Jolinar of Malkshur
The last thing she remembered was trying desperately to shield Samantha Carter as the Ashrak's weapon bored into her, breaking down the bonds that held her body together.
The sudden cessation of agony left her momentarily disorientated, and it took her several minutes to realise that not only was she no longer dying, but her current host was definitely not Samantha.
The body she inhabited was younger, and surprisingly powerful for its size, but while most of her memories were accessible the girl's mind seemed to be…asleep, for lack of a better term. She had never experienced anything like it and a part of her wondered if this was what it was like for her previous hosts on the rare occasions that she had been forced into hibernation.
She cringed inwardly, as one thing became clear. Deliberately or not she found herself compounding her original error with Samantha by taking another host without permission.
It was this sense of guilt that compelled her to help Willow. She was more inclined to think this a result of some unknown technology than the magic the girl claimed but one thing was clear, oblivion was preferable to this continuing disregard of the Tok'ra's deepest beliefs. She was almost relieved when the idol that her host's mentor claimed was the focus of the 'spell' shattered.
Who the hell are you? An angry mental voice demanded.
To quote Colonel O'Neill; Oh crap! This was not her day.