[OOM:
Just moments before--]
"You will survive, you bloody woolheaded man, if I have to--"
The woman who just came through the door stops, one hand drawing a long brown braid over her shoulder and gripping hard. A glow, bright and silvery, surrounds her and does not fade, and she sets her jaw stubbornly.
"If this has anything to do with Moghedien, I will bloody well rip her apart, living by the Three Oaths or not."
She sounds like she means it.