She passes out from the pain, going silent and limp as she falls. She hits the rain clouds with a sickening crunch, wings splayed out behind her. They're charred and bent at weird angles. Completely unusable. They flutter sadly, uselessly, one last time before going completely still.
Esme bolts upright, falling of the couch in a tangle of dress, wings and hair.
Esme: AHHHHH!
She stumbles back, lifting up her skirts to unsheath the knife she keeps in a holder on her thigh. She holds it out at Molten. She looks angry and strong and ready to do whatever she needs to survive, but despite all of this her hands tremble a little.
Esme: STAY BACK!
Esme stumbles, trying to get up. She trips on her skirts and falls.
Esome: AUGH! Stupid wedding dress-
She starts sawing at the bottom of the dress with her knife, ripping the hem so it'll be easier for her to walk. Her feet are bare despite her fancy garb. Her hair falls partially in her face, flowers falling from it.