She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She could hear no screaming. Nonetheless, she rubbed herself against the elf in another comforting gesture, placing her front paws on Rosalya's lap as she sniffed her. She was in a little dilemma. "W-what do I do?" She asked, half of the question to herself as she glanced around nervously.
There. She saw a whizz of gold and green fly past everything, but as she reached out she grasped thin air. She cursed under her breath, before another spark of magic sent her reeling back into reality, making her sick from the sudden transportation. She leaned forwards again, watching with black, pupiless eyes as a drip of blue-black magic dropped onto the inky floor, making light, transparent ice spread along with the shadow, a thick line in the middle of the darkness. The said darkness still remained however, ice simply covering part of it. She grimaced, before letting out a rush of coughs.
