Frankly, it’s thrilling in a way she should be hesitant to voice, that edge between life and death so slim in the way dark knights thrive so well on. Even though it’s freezing cold, she’s separated from the camp by malms, and this being a pretty horrible situation all round, she’s having more fun than she has in ages.

The fighting stops eventually, though her eager high doesn’t fade as fast. “Nope, all good!” Her voice is remarkably perky for such a fierce fighter, and she gives the elezen a playful thumbs up. She has questions, about him, about his ease with it all, but there are others to deal with right now. “We should find shelter, though- night will just make it all the colder out here.”