(Lup goes suspiciously quiet on the other end: for a long moment, it's just her, making her way slowly down the steps and trying to ignore the distant screaming, the sound of people exiting the spire as fast as they can. Lucretia manages a soft, anxious:) Lup?
(But before she has time to panic, she hears footsteps pounding on the stone steps and knows that it's her even before she appears. Relief floods through her. She tucks her phone into her pocket, and scrubs her eyes again with her sleeve as Lup approaches, because they're staring to water something fierce.)
Ow, (she says thickly, and coughs,) fine by– me. Can we go, though, I can't see.
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(But before she has time to panic, she hears footsteps pounding on the stone steps and knows that it's her even before she appears. Relief floods through her. She tucks her phone into her pocket, and scrubs her eyes again with her sleeve as Lup approaches, because they're staring to water something fierce.)
Ow, (she says thickly, and coughs,) fine by– me. Can we go, though, I can't see.