"No." Her voice sounds loud in her own ears, loud and far away. The magic is smarter than most people realize. She can only push it so far. No threat, and now it's focusing on what's important, which is keeping its host alive. It doesn't care that the tower is still swaying precariously, that it's about to come down around them.

She turns to Sif, grabs the woman's arm. Her body is well below the point of freezing and it will burn exposed skin. "Get. Faolan. Out." Because she's not going to be able to. She can't look after him, and she needs to know that Sif will, that she will put aside this rage they're both feeling and grab the pup and run. "Please."

It takes everything she has to hold on long enough for a confirmation, for the promise that Sif will make sure he gets out safely. And then she crumbles, body collapsing like a puppet with cut strings. The tower could come down on top of her and the magic will be able to fix her, as long as it keeps her mind alive. It doesn't give a damn what she wants.