She shouldn't have done that. Stupid, Rose. She cursed to herself, eyeing the quick wound in action. She winced, that was painful even for her to watch. Primarily, because her own guilt washed over her like a burst of flames.

It was getting hot again, almost too hot. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, coming to a rest at the stained dark fabric of her collar.

Her magic was replenished over time, just in time for sprouts of flames to raise from the ground: much like the torches that they lit moments ago. In fact, it all... seemed moments ago. Sigh. The flames were the harbinger in a sense, their forms dancing into an humanized way. The flames would die once an eruption of earth sent rocks and chunks of soil towards the two Derse dreamers.

As Rose moved and dodged the rocks to the best of her ability, she'd be struck roughly against the temple among her movements. Trailing blood soaked the light blond strands but she didn't mind it.

In fact, her eyes were more concerned with the oversized goblin with fists of fire. That was their target now.

"I suppose now is a good time to say: watch yourself. I can't help you between casts. You're already aware of this, but I figure it would be nice to remind you."