Myllinnia
The Bladed-Wings of Timespace
Sapphire frowns softly, a curious frown. "H, hello," she calls out to the duo. She keeps herself well out of range of any blades by a good three of four people distance between her, though she knows that if they threw anything at her she would have to deal with that. Still she attempts to hold herself straight and proudly. It would not do her good to show weakness here. Yes, yes body, we are still recovering from whatever that last thing was, but all in good time.