Arialla nodded. Hearing the Wraith herself say that it was all right to avoid danger rather comforted her. While she didn't want to be helpless, she didn't want to bite off more than she could chew and get herself killed, either. Presumably she'd know when she really had to stand and fight -- that, or she would misjudge it and die, she supposed.
But she struggled to decide whether to dodge or deflect Wessex's blow in the instant before it landed, ducking away and raising her own frond at the same time. She got out of the way, but her block was clumsy, leaving her open to any number of follow-up attacks.
please don't take my sunshine away
