As Valehna finished her spell, the Qunari managed to stretch his arm enough to grab the end of the axe. He launched it towards the rock figure, a gamble that payed off. It smashed into the wraith, sending it flying backwards until it crumbled into nothing and the Axe was pinned into one of the pillars.<br/><br/>"Are you okay?" Tal asked, panting from the adrenaline. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, pulling himself up and rolling his shoulders around.<br/><br/>Ester released her grip when Mesaraih caught the flask, realising she had held onto him for too long. She blamed her forgetfulness on her fatigue. When he pointed out the blood in her hair, her cheeks flushed pink and she took the hair out from between his fingers, tucking it behind her pointed ear.<br/><br/>"One of the downfalls to having light hair. And... killing." The elf mumbled, clasping her hands together as she rocked back and forth on her heels. She wondered why her cheeks suddenly felt so warm and why her anger had shifted to nerves. Dark eyes fluttered over his face as she smirked. "You have some splattered on your face." She laughed, splashing some of the water over him.