Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Charlie's voice did indeed make it out of the tower. Maea's head came up like she'd been shot, and in a heartbeat she was on her feet and sprinting towards the doorway. She had only just reached it when a window was flung open high above her head. Pale Deepfrost sunlight caught on blonde hair as the warning rang out; recognizing the priestess, the vice-like grip of dread around her lungs eased off and had her slumping against the wall. Gods, she'd been sure something had happened.
"All clear!" she shouted back. Retreating out of the way of falling debris, Maea shaded her eyes with a hand and craned her neck to spot her friends. "Found anything good?" she wondered - already her mood was brightening, now that she wasn't on her own anymore. Which was ridiculous of course, since it had been her own choice to stay behind. But she could kick herself about that later.
"All clear!" she shouted back. Retreating out of the way of falling debris, Maea shaded her eyes with a hand and craned her neck to spot her friends. "Found anything good?" she wondered - already her mood was brightening, now that she wasn't on her own anymore. Which was ridiculous of course, since it had been her own choice to stay behind. But she could kick herself about that later.
It's just your shadow on the floor
