This crossing, the ghosts and the clouds and everything they've had to do at sea, it has felt absolutely endless. It takes every sliver of her being to keep optimistic about getting out of this one.

In the end, she will be glad to not be good with archery. Her spells have to do with targets, sure, but for the most part of her life, as long as she's aimed her wand in the direction of her target, the spell has hit. Arrows, on the other hand - that's a whole other story.

She is nearby when it happens. Near enough to see the movement in the corner of her eyes, and turn and aim a cushioning charm at the deck under Anduin. When he collapses, it will be of a soft surface, even if it's not felt.

With a second's pause, she dashes forward, getting quickly to him. "Anduin," slips out, with a little more fear and desperation that expected. "No, no, come on, wake up - I am not having your voice join the ones in my head right now."

She brings her fingers to his pulse quickly, calming her breath just long enough to listen, focus - a pulse. "Oh good, thank god. Oh, you're going to get such a lecture when you wake up - you!" She notices there is something of a crowd, even if not quite. Some patriarch standing over the passed out form of Anduin, and hers kneeling at his side like she was ready to mourn. "Wei Wuxian - please - help."