Sophia grabs onto your hand and nearly tugs you in. She grabs onto the edge and proceeds to pull herself out. "I'm cold and wet, but at least I'm alive." She mumbles, taking a moment to regain her sanity, squatting next to the edge. She gets up and tries to dry herself off before giving you a big hug. "Thank you so so so so so much."

I bring my claw to the fake Riley's neck, another gripping his arm just in case he decides to use his sword.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be helping me!" Fake Riley says, sounding almost exactly like the real Riley.
The wounded Riley sinks to the ground, the sword resting next to him, suddenly to heavy for him to hold.

I think for a moment "Riley? Do your coin illusion thing." I step away from both Rileys, taking away their swords.

Both Riley stare the other down. The real Riley, the one currently sitting down, smirks and opens his hand, a shiny coin in the middle of his palm. He winced and the illusion quickly vanishes. "Even simple magic like that is taxing." He mutters and places both hands on his wounds, blinking to get rid of the black spots that danced across his vision.
The fake Riley growls, lunging at you to try and get their sword back.

"You better do something about those wounds," I say to the real Riley. I bring the sword to the fake Riley's neck. "You better give me an explanation."

"And why do I have to?" The fake Riley hisses. "I don't owe you anything."
Riley is currently looking through his stuff to see if he could use anything.

"Oh, maybe because I could kill you." I tighten my grip on the sword.

(Yay no need for a spirit guide XD)

Innocencio awkward hugs her back. "Uh, no problem." Hes not very used to affection. Oh well. "Let's get out of here before oen of us falls in again..." he carefully summons some fire so Sophia can dry herself a bit more.

"How do I explain?" The fake Riley says.
"Maybe start from when we met or something." Riley suggests.
"Fine. I saw him, knew he was a tribute, and decided that it was okay to attack him. I kinda like this form. Kinda. I would prefer a dragon or something more powerful..."
"Excuse me? I can be plenty powerful." Riley objects, binding his wounds with some cloth he had picked up from the place he had been before.
"You're a dragon, right?" The changeling confirms, looking at you. The next moment you're facing another you. "I'll take that back, thank you." The changeling tries to grab their sword back.