Once she's absolutely certain he can manage without any aid on her part, she leans back against the rubble to breathe. She's done stronger casts without stopping, long battles keeping her from taking the necessary break, but she still needs a moment. She clenches her hands briefly, the tingle of magic still dancing at her fingertips, and she prepares to slip away without any notice.

His sword comes flying and she jumps back at the sound, glancing back at him. He knows she's there. Careful, her hand back and poised to draw her staff, she steps out into he open.

"Is that any way to greet a fellow refugee?" she asks. Staying where she is, she sets her gauntlet-covered hand on her hip. "I'm not going to hurt you."