Tiaral

- Aunt Min? Is that you? - Emma stirred the remains with a stick, trying to determine what they belonged to. - How are you?
She shook her head in the universally understood gesture of denial. Even if she could be restored like any other broken thing, too much material had been lost under the rubble.
She was about to leave when she remembered that she needed to check if there were any belongings left - a very important element of material possessions for a mercenary.