She shouldn't. They'll wind up having this conversation again, about going and not going. About where one is needed. Shouldn't, should go. But the idea of going back to her room on her own, in this sort of place, is unappetizing given the throbbing ache in her shoulder. It'd be worth it. Even thought it would test her again.

The scent of magic, crisp ozone, still clings to her from the lightning strikes.

"You raise a good point. What if something happens?"

A little more time is worth the later pain.