The slight elf at Robbie's back surveys the approaching swarm, eyes darting from one target to the next. Clustered close together? Yeah. She might have a plan for this. "Missing won't be the problem," she assures him, her grip on her staff tightening.

This is all fairly horrifying, as that sort of thing goes. But she imagines they'll either have time to feel that horror later, when the threat subsides, or they'll be dead and it won't be an issue anymore. That's a way of coping with this, right?

"You've got a plan?" she continues, quirking an eyebrow at Robbie.