Aiding Meren towards the well she would pay heed to the fact that he was helping himself to a discount at one stall in passing.  Her urge was to say that he should pay for it, but near as soon as the thought was had did too the screams of the distance sound in her ear.  In such chaotic times it would of been a waste wouldn't it?  Wearing a cloak of fine cloth herself and a garb underneath embroidered with the detail of a noble craftsman she was honestly well enough dressed to be without.  But now she wanted to take something too for future use.  She wanted to take so the enemy soldiers would have just one less thing to loot from their village.  But she also knew that Meren was in bad shape.  That alone was enough to press on without so much as a second of pausing.<br/><br/>Instead she would keep moving across the market and keeping him close so he would not fall.  Clear or not none could see them and even with magic detection or truly talented eyes it would be a great struggle.  In the chaos of the battlefield and in the flurry of smoke and heat?  It would be impossible.  Or so that was her belief.<br/><br/>"S-Sword...huh?...I'm no good with blades...I was taught how to use pole arms instead...B-...But...I never been in an actual fight so it's all just....baseless training really..."<br/><br/>Whispering the veil of invisibility would remain around the both of them, but something of her voice also seemed pained at the given second.  Why?  One couldn't know unless they were under the same spell's effect by the same caster.  And Meren couldn't know for his eyes were too dulled at this point to see the excessive sweating of the girl despite having traveled with the man of ice the entirety of the way.  Such spells as hers should hold timed or temporary effects over a prolonged period of time under a single casting but things such as invisibility in her spell's case and Dancing Lights took it at a constant due to their other effects to bi-pass anti magic techniques to a fair extent.<br/><br/>"We're almost there....Once we hit the water we'll have to swim a little...I'll open the wall and...Then I can...tr-...Treat your wounds..."<br/><br/>Making it near the well she'd stand by the edge of it before stepping up and helping Meren over the step.  Looking down it the well seemed fairly untouched for the most part which may too have been considered strange.  She wasn't concerned however about it.  There were minor wards around key points of the city to keep them safe after all and the well was such a place.  One last word she would whisper.<br/><br/>"...ready?..."