[ It's interesting, to Wrathion, how she can be so scared and yet so inescapably stubborn and pushy at the same time. It almost makes him smile, but he resists -- not the time. ]

Come here --

[ One arm gently frees itself of her grip, hand pushing up into her hair to hold her steady as he reaches out with threads of magic. Skimming her mind for traces of outside influence, for the feel of her emotional state. Most of it seems fairly openly worn fear, but Wrathion isn't always terribly good with nuance. Better to be sure he isn't missing anything. ]

-- I'm sure we can do something, hmm? Deep breaths, now. She may have powerful magic, but so do I. When have we ever backed down from a challenge?