[It's a fact of life for healers... that constant, ever-shifting algebra of when to advance and when to stay back. Sometimes you get it wrong and if you're lucky you don't get hurt too badly, but this is a situation where minor injuries don't seem even possible.]

It doesn't sound like there's a margin for error. If I put a foot wrong out there...

[She'll die again.

It dogs at her sense of cowardice. It's not a sense she thought she would ever need to be troubled by, but after her failure to reclaim her memories as she ought to have, the fear of it lurks at the edge of her thoughts, making her question herself. To hear Claude say the same is reassuring that it isn't simply a childish fear for her physical safety--she does not want to die again--but a sound tactical concern.

She trails him as he begins to look for appropriate substances to incapacitate the Gnosia.]

How will we deliver it? Getting up close for a safe injection seems too dangerous, but an arrow seems rather extreme as a delivery method.