Bide your time

With your current predicament so completely alien to your previous existence, you judge it best to bide your time. You don't want the halfling, Saoirse, knowing you're joy-riding in her body just yet. Instead you wait, getting to know your host-body.

The heavy thumping, which you soon realise is Saoirse's heartbeat, eventually fades into the background of your hearing as you become accustomed to it and you begin to feel your way through the halfling's mind, teasing out details of her memories.

Saoirse? Are you alright? You keep staring off into space?

Your body shakes its head and looks up at the elf

I'm fine, just... dazed from whatever that spell did, I guess... I keep drifting off into memories...

She says. You make a note that your inspection of your host's memories is not undetectable and withdraw for now. It wouldn't do to alert either adventurer to your presence, and you don't want your host-body dying with you trapped inside it.

We'll be out of this place soon, then I suggest we set up camp and take stock of our situation. I'm still not sure what that spell did to me...

Sure enough, it isn't long before you leave your zone for the first time, stepping forth into the sun-dappled woodlands of the Forest of Orgnilac. Instinctively you flinch as the light of the sun passes across your, or rather your host's face, before you realise that the light of the sun can't harm you while you inhabit a physical form.

Your host looks about warily at the involuntary flinch, a hand straying to the hilt of her dagger, before she relaxes again, and the pair begin to set up their camp as the sun sets.