She glances in his direction, and in the faint light, there's the hint of a smile. Is she enjoying this? Maybe a little. Is she pleased he remembered to whisper? Absolutely.

"Well, you're right about that. I've done it a few times." Yes, she does mean died. Never by sword, though. Or minotaur. "I'd like not to do it again today."

But she's been in worse situations, faced more terrifying creatures.

"No swords to be found here, magic or otherwise." If she makes a face at magic, well, maybe he's imagined it. "But plenty of axes."

And now there's definitely mischief lighting her eyes, the thrill of an adventure. "Are you ready for this?"