[Fortunately, she's someone (one of possibly very few people) who would actually want to hear about it in excessive detail, curious thing that she is.]
[There's a bizarre sense of satisfaction in watching that arrow harmlessly fly off somewhere, and it's a feeling she's not at all used to. Her triumphs have always been thoroughly bittersweet up until now, but there's something a lot more palatable about accomplishment without first having been directly responsible for the problem in the first place. (Although perhaps she still is, and he'd have had less fighting to do without her, but--)]
[It's still nice to hear that encouragement, her head turning sharply a few degrees when he says it. He didn't see, did he? Surely not - no, it was what she said, wasn't it?] ... Thank you. [A touch relieved, she glances at the 'final door' - which he appears to be trying to kick down, and maybe it would have been too much to hope that it might turn out to be unlocked - and then back at their pursuers, who... are starting to close the distance.]
[That won't do. That won't do at all.]
[So maybe there's room for a little more help. Her second attempt at a portal is actually less successful; the next time, she tries something else, instead. There are an awful lot of weapons about, and if one of them should happen to suddenly look less like a weapon - like, for instance, that sword becoming a snake, just for a long enough second to startle its wielder into dropping it and promptly bowling into a couple of other combatants - that might be distracting, right? And oddly enough, that's exactly what happens.]
How is it going--?
[Said while she's still regarding the ensuing commotion, eyes on that rather than his progress forcing his way through the door.]
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[There's a bizarre sense of satisfaction in watching that arrow harmlessly fly off somewhere, and it's a feeling she's not at all used to. Her triumphs have always been thoroughly bittersweet up until now, but there's something a lot more palatable about accomplishment without first having been directly responsible for the problem in the first place. (Although perhaps she still is, and he'd have had less fighting to do without her, but--)]
[It's still nice to hear that encouragement, her head turning sharply a few degrees when he says it. He didn't see, did he? Surely not - no, it was what she said, wasn't it?] ... Thank you. [A touch relieved, she glances at the 'final door' - which he appears to be trying to kick down, and maybe it would have been too much to hope that it might turn out to be unlocked - and then back at their pursuers, who... are starting to close the distance.]
[That won't do. That won't do at all.]
[So maybe there's room for a little more help. Her second attempt at a portal is actually less successful; the next time, she tries something else, instead. There are an awful lot of weapons about, and if one of them should happen to suddenly look less like a weapon - like, for instance, that sword becoming a snake, just for a long enough second to startle its wielder into dropping it and promptly bowling into a couple of other combatants - that might be distracting, right? And oddly enough, that's exactly what happens.]
How is it going--?
[Said while she's still regarding the ensuing commotion, eyes on that rather than his progress forcing his way through the door.]