Adela looked quizzically at the expressive girl for a moment before shaking out of it. That girl said that they had been attacked, but they all looked fine. So this scythe-wielder hadn't succeeded in hurting any of them. A little strange, but this was a large group of people.
"Really powerful magic, you say..." murmured Adela. To be expected if these people are out destroying planets, really. She went quiet and loosely interlaced her fingers. After a few seconds of sustaining the pause (and presumably thinking through something?), she broke her hands apart and turned to 'Mr. Green Owl.'
"So," she asked, "what could I do?"
[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
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