(She can hear the screaming too, muffled as it is by the walls. It startles Lucretia all the same, and she stops, leaning against a wall so she can cast mage armour on herself. Just as a precaution. Her eyes hurt so badly from the smoke and she has to squint, even with her glasses on. She can't remember how many flights she's come down: four, or five?)
Yeah– (she manages, and coughs hard into a curled fist.) Nearly down. (She puts a hand on the wall opposite, to help feel her way down the stairs. This isn't great, huh.)
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Yeah– (she manages, and coughs hard into a curled fist.) Nearly down. (She puts a hand on the wall opposite, to help feel her way down the stairs. This isn't great, huh.)