The first place that they checked for their escaped hostage was her own room. Loki had been sure that her chambers were not that far removed from his own and his intuition had proved right. After Amora had picked herself off the floor and Loki had finished laughing that is. He was glad that the sorcerous was in a weakened state, he knew for a fact that no one had ever laughed at her and escaped unscathed. And she was furious as well, something that Loki had never actually witnessed. Her face was bright red with frustration and the veins throbbed in her neck from the feelings that she was suppressing. Loki did not doubt for a moment that if Amora caught up to Sigyn that she would be killed, and he was not sure he would be able to stop her.

When they entered Sigyns' room Loki was struck first with how the presence of Sigyn permeated the atmosphere. Even though the room was small and sparsely furnished it was comfortable, and there were dozens of books that lined the room. They were stacked on the bedside table, on the bed, and on the tiny workbench that occupied the room. Amora, after seeing that there was no place in the room for Sigyn to easily hide, immediately went to the small wash room off to the side. From the cry of frustration that he heard from he knew that Sigyn wasn't there either. Loki went to the tiny bed and sat down among the rumpled sheets. The bed spread itself was a pleasant light lavender color and it still smelled faintly of Sigyn, left over perfume and soap that had seeped into the covers. He crossed his legs and randomly picked up a book that was sitting next to him and flipped through the pages. It looked to be a book on herbal medicine, and as he looked at the other books around him he could see a variety of topics; from history to science and anthropology. It appeared that Sigyn had a wide range of interests, and he felt a surge of regret that he had never spoken to her more.

Amora came out of the wash room and began to look through the workbench, taking out drawers and overturning their contents. Glass shattered on the floor and spilled their contents onto the carpet. Loki winced and said nothing; she was being destructive simply for the sake of being destructive. Perhaps if she tired of destroying Sigyns' possessions then she wouldn't destroy Sigyn herself. After the workbench Amora moved to the small chest that no doubt held all of the clothes Sigyn owned. Amora flipped open the lid and took out the first dress she could find, a brown one, and started ripping it to shreds. Loki sighed but didn't try to stop her. Instead he sighed and put down the book, stood up from the bed and went to stand next to Amora. He thought she might be satisfied now that she had destroyed one dress but she didn't stop until all the contents of the chest had been shredded. Loki sighed again and massaged his temples. He was getting a headache. Either from the situation or from using up too much energy he wasn't sure.

Amora was breathing heavy but had at last seemed to exhaust herself. She turned to Loki and grabbed the lapel on his shirt and brought his face close to her own. "If she is not here, where do you think she could be? It's not as if she could run far in her condition, which I have every intention of making worse once I find her," Amora spoke softly as if she too was feeling the lost energy.

Loki shrugged and moved her hands off his shirt so he could step away. "I don't know where else she could be, but perhaps we should split up, it would double our efforts. If she is as wounded as we think she is perhaps she would have gone to the halls of healing? Even without anyone to help her she still has some knowledge of medicine." Loki said this slowly and carefully, so Amora wouldn't realize that what he wanted was to find Sigyn first. The only way to do that was to make sure that Amora wasn't around when he did find her. Amora smiled and nodded.

"You're right, the little wretch surely would have gone to the halls of healing," suddenly her eyes narrowed as she looked at Loki," but I will go there myself, you should check further along the hallways in case she collapsed while running," Amora said. Loki smiled and nodded at her as she said that, as if he had no problem with this. Actually he was fine with this, he knew it seemed that Sigyn would have gone there first, but he also knew that she would expect them to think the same thing. So no, he did not believe that Sigyn was there, but Amora underestimated the serving girl so he knew she wouldn't be thinking this. The only thing that Loki had to do was figure out where she could possibly be, and he honestly had no idea.

In actuality Sigyn had not made it very far, she was in worse condition than even she realized. Once she had run as far down the corridor as she could she fell down and began coughing up blood onto the floor. But she couldn't stop though; she immediately picked herself up and tried to think of a safe place that she could at least hide. The spell that Amora cast had seemingly worked on everyone, at least everyone in the palace, everyone she came across was sound asleep and had fallen flat against the ground. She stopped and tried to shake a few guards awake but it didn't work, so she stopped trying to wake them and hurried down the corridor. A few of the guards even appeared dead. They had fallen asleep while walking down some stairs and had fallen and broken their necks. Sigyn had knelt beside them and tried to feel a pulse, but their bodies were already growing cold. She chocked back a sob at these lives that had been cut short but had no other time to morn them.

Her injuries finally forced her to slow down and she stopped and sat down in the center of the hallway, clutching the blue orb to her chest. She realized that she needed to come up with a plan. First of all, she needed to tend to her wounds which were getting steadily worse. Blood was leaking out from her nose and eyes now, and even her ears had a trickle of blood that kept seeping into her hair. She wished she had filled her pockets with medicinal herbs like she had in the past, or even stopped at her room, but she knew that would be the first place Loki and Amora looked. She could make her way to the halls of healing but she was certain that they would look there next after the realized she wasn't in her room.

So what did that leave? Where was some place she could have access to herbs and medicine without going to the healing halls? The answer came to her suddenly; she could always try the kitchens. They always had a supply of herbs at hand, they were for cooking of course, but with her knowledge of herbology she could at least manage a poultice. Not to mention there were bound to be some aid kits around for when a cook was burned or hurt. She could find bandages and painkillers. She nodded to herself. It was a start at least. Sigyn pushed herself back to her feet and began to make her way to the kitchens.