[ She registers the question before the fact that Noctis is hanging from a dagger, which in turn is anchored into the strange, fleshy walls of this place, and for a moment she just hovers beside him, taking in the sight with a curious tilt of her head. She has no idea if he's in trouble, or if he's put himself here, but either way, there are questions to be asked.
For now, though, she smiles. ]
Yeah. Do you need help getting down from here?
[ Her gaze drops, sweeping over the clamoring creatures beneath them, and her hand stretches out, green and gold flames flickering over her palm. ]
no subject
For now, though, she smiles. ]
Yeah. Do you need help getting down from here?
[ Her gaze drops, sweeping over the clamoring creatures beneath them, and her hand stretches out, green and gold flames flickering over her palm. ]
And dealing with those?