"That's good to know." It's comforting to know that they have an extra line of defence, just in case. She doesn't know what's going to happen here and a part of her is afraid - the last time she fought undead like this she had a whole group with her, with lanterns and magic and tactics.

She feels lost at the moment. She doesn't know what to do, and she has to grit her teeth and cling on to whatever strength she has.

"Thing?" Oh. "My magic." She shifts, moving forward as she rushes with him, keeping both eyes peeled for any sign of Carl. "I'm a Rift mage. I can use the power of my world to defend myself if I need to."