The Gilded Mark leaps from the ceiling entrance, hitting the floor gracefully - through she stumbles a bit after landing, as if still whoozy and exhausted. She holds one arm around her side, like she's clasping a wound. As she moves closer, they'll be able to see some blackened veins lifted against her charcoal skin.

She comes forward, glancing at Rita and seeming to recognize something about the way she feels, before looking forward in search of something else. She doesn't know for sure how all of this played out, but she feels... up ahead...

Oh.

Ignatius turns around to the sound, having been blasting the last bits of the Mother's chassis. He's caught off guard when he sees her, his eyes going wide. He immediately wants to go somewhere else.

"Did you..." Gild begins, only half processing the thought before looking utterly confused. "What...? Ignatius...?" She knows it's him. The golden mark on his face tells her as much. She takes a step towards him, reaching out a hand uncertainly, and Ignatius takes a step back. In a rash decision, Ignatius poofs himself into white flames, zipping off somewhere else that Gild isn't looking at him.

"Hey! Don't you dare, you-" Gild shouts after him, starting to run and then noting that he's already gone. He stops near Rita, looking at her with a flash of anger and confusion. "What happened to him?"

Then, before she even waits for an answer, she shouts after Ignatius again.

"Get back here, Ignatius! Don't act like a child!"