YERY WISDOMGIVER AWAKENED at long last. Truth be told, if she were left cold for a few more minutes, she would have been beyond all hope, but her primitive brain sensed warmth and help nearby. Either that, or those who had saved her knew the ways of Resurrection, a type of ultimate healing magic, or Resuscitation--a darker, eerier form of raising people from the realm of the nearly-departed via technological means. It wasn't Necromancy by any stretch of the imagination, but it was close. The Gnome gave a start, her blue eyes flying open wildly.
"YEESHA?!" she cried. "Where are you? I--oh, no. No. No..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see nothing but destruction. Corpses. Red stains spattering the walls of her fair city, Mechopolis. Total devastation.
She gave a few short breaths, almost hyperventilating. "No, no, no..."