Pavel, I'm fine. [A little sharply, only because she doesn't like needing the help. She reaches for her wand on the ground and stands, wincing.] Are you?
[She tries not to look down the hall though she wants to, the distant cries of her family and friends, the rumble of battle, but it's already faded a little like it's happening behind a glass wall.]
I'm sorry. I— [She almost wants to cry but she's too angry for it.] We're on the mountain?
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[She tries not to look down the hall though she wants to, the distant cries of her family and friends, the rumble of battle, but it's already faded a little like it's happening behind a glass wall.]
I'm sorry. I— [She almost wants to cry but she's too angry for it.] We're on the mountain?