Keeping aloft had kept her out of the hands of the initial attack, but it wasn't going to save her forever. Not that she realizes that right now, because right now, she spots the shape of someone very dear to her...or at least, she thinks she does. It can be a bit dicey making those calls from a bird's eye, yet intuition counts for a lot in her mind.
"Jacob!" she calls, swooping low before landing mere yards away. Still clad in the winter clothes she'd been spirited away in, a sword at her hip that's distinctly not Falchion, she's still very plainly herself, wide-eyed and slack jawed, searching his shape to confirm it's him.
After all, since coming here? She's realized people don't...seem to be right. Not all of them, anyway.
WILDCARDS AFTER THE RESCUE CUZ I CAN
Is that...?
"J-Jacob-?!"
Keeping aloft had kept her out of the hands of the initial attack, but it wasn't going to save her forever. Not that she realizes that right now, because right now, she spots the shape of someone very dear to her...or at least, she thinks she does. It can be a bit dicey making those calls from a bird's eye, yet intuition counts for a lot in her mind.
"Jacob!" she calls, swooping low before landing mere yards away. Still clad in the winter clothes she'd been spirited away in, a sword at her hip that's distinctly not Falchion, she's still very plainly herself, wide-eyed and slack jawed, searching his shape to confirm it's him.
After all, since coming here? She's realized people don't...seem to be right. Not all of them, anyway.