"You know something, these spur of the moment plans are killing me over here," Alma snaps as he disappears once again.  She was glad he seemed to be alright, but jumping right back into things seems foolish.  Alma is built for extensive planning, all of this improvisation.  However, the monsters trying to kill her don't seem to be the sort to give her a moment to think.  "Next time I see a thief at a gala I'll mind my own business.  This man is getting to be more trouble than he's worth," she mutters under her breath and sheathes her bloodied dagger.<br/><br/>She briefly glances at the potions on her belt and realizes she wasted some of her best ones assisting Elise Addington.  With no time to even think to check if the woman was still alive,  she snatches a bottle from her side and slams it on the ground, shutting her eyes tightly. With the crash comes a blinding light, intended to stun the queen.  "Apologies your highness, but shut up," she huffs and dodges a swipe.  She bites the cork of another vile and yanks it out.  She pours the liquid on the ground before the queen, just barely rolling out of the way of another hit.  It bubbles up and becomes incredibly sticky, gluing down one of the queen's clawed appendages.<br/><br/>Alma gasps once she spots Flint appear on Amalia's back.  "This man is a lunatic!" She thinks and runs her fingers through her hair stressfully.  There was no time to think between Flint hitting the ground at her feet and getting snatched by him.  She closes her eyes at the sight of the queen pulling free of and charging at them.  However, everything just seems to stop.  No noise, no claws tearing her apart, nothing.<br/><br/>Cautiously, she peeks out of one eye and finds they aren't at the party at all any more.  She glances around quickly and defensively, but relaxes for the first time since the ordeal.  Everything seems to catch up to her at once, including the searing pain of the wound on her back that she had received before she even made it to the king and queen.  "I don't know if I should hug you or smack you.  Well... I committed high treason, found out there's some sort of dark magic corrupting the monarchy, and fought alongside a thief.  I'm really going for a record or something," she says after taking a deep breath, making a considerably effort not to just freak out.  She plucks a healing potion from the few bottles left on her belt and pulls the cork off with a pop.  She goes to raise it to her lips but pauses.  "Are you injured at all?  This can help you," she holds it out to him.  Being generous to him proved to be a bad decision in the past,  but he looks so genuinely drained she can't bring herself to be selfish.