Seeing that he had issues she'd step back before hearing him speak.  She couldn't hold much longer herself but on the other hand she knew she had to.  Hearing his direction she'd come to be still, her eyes watching as he moved on ahead.  She didn't exactly understand why he wanted to go alone to get to the well.  How many problems could appear in one day, she honestly had to ask.  However, curious she'd peek over to watch what was to unfold.  Invisibility was a valuable thing but her spells each had reason.    One was a light that could pass through anti magic fields due to having a physical catalyst.  One was a bolt that could do damage even to products of anti magic before being absorbed into it.  The last was a cloak that even those with the talent of a superior sight or ability to see magic would struggle to see past.<br/><br/>They may not of been the most powerful of spells but they were valuable for other reasons.  Their ability to hide better then normal.  Their ability to destroy and disarm against even anti magic.  Their ability to light the way even in places that refused their power.  She held no concern of the idea of being spotted, but she too was becoming strained by even her invisibility.  She knew the spells well but even if she mastered them to the best of their limits they would still tire her out both in mind and body.  Not that it was much different then with the man Meren.  She wanted to keep watch but he then turned the corner and out of sight.<br/><br/>Slowly she'd rise and begin to pursue just to the turn of the corner, listening to what was going on not far from there.   By then though all that was heard was something about a Muse of Winter.  A great chill could be felt just then even outside the range of the attack.  Turning around the corner she'd see him alongside the numerous statues of ice that were newly made.  Frowning she felt it a waste of precious life yet knew too that it was a must, and thus she'd approach the fallen Meren.<br/><br/>The man did that much yet he seemed so fragile at that instant.  Approaching she'd reveal her hand from her magics to touch to his likely frigid shoulder before it began to vanish again.  Her voice whispering for his ears.<br/><br/>"No...violent movement...We're close to the well...It's a long drop of twenty...eight feet with nine feet of water...I'll open the secret passage inside and...We'll be safe..."<br/><br/>As her hand began to vanish she was slowly becoming more and more visible to him.<span style="text-decoration: underline">IF HE ALLOWED THIS TO CONTINUE</span>she would become fully visible and all the things around them would turn a slight series of blue shades.  She would try and help him up beyond that.<br/><br/>"No more...I'll keep us hidden...I wanted...to hide us both at the tavern...But you didn't want my hand...I'm sorry...."<br/><br/>Sorry he had pushed himself so hard.  She was worried now about the blood but knew there wasn't time to waste.  She had no healing magic but she did have knowledge of healing treatments.  She could not do such within a battlefield however so they had to escape before anything else.<br/><br/>"Just to the well...Once we're in the passage I'll see...if I can help with your wounds...I know I'm-"<br/><br/>She was about to say she was no good at much but could try.  But she figured not to discourage him.  There was no reason to make him worry since in the end she realized she has the practiced experience instead of lessons and book knowledge.  Not that she was used to treating excess magic usage and the physical manifestation of damage for the application of said magic past the limits.<br/><br/><br/>"Lets...Lets get there..."<br/><br/>Whispering again she'd be willing to lend a shoulder and would lead the way to the well.  But beyond that she didn't know.  What she did know was they had to jump in together.  Otherwise one might land on the other down in the well.