She shoves the goggles up the moment she hears the faint voice on the wind. Her head pivots and she runs, oblivious to the pillar of flame roaring into existence behind her. Luckily, Woola is ahead of her to break trail.

"Issus be praised." The wind gusts around her, sending up sheets of white powder that sting her eyes and her nose. She puts her head down and calls out again.

"We're coming! We're coming!" Her will reaches out for him, for the amulet built into his arm, and a tendril of blue crystalline light spirals out through the darkness, aiming directly for him.

That and a silver thread of hope, burning bright in her voice.