Maria starts to say something... only to feel her jaw slacken as the little halfling goes darting right back across the trap, casting some sort of spell to fend off the arrows and, well... not succeeding. By the time she gets across the room, the halfling is noticeably paler... and Maria's blood is fit to boil.<br/><br/>Wordless, she walks across the trapped floor towards where the wounded halfling waits, wearing a glare that almost dares the traps to go off while she's still on the floor. To be honest, the ferocity of her reaction is starting to surprise even her... after all, she's never been one for getting all emotional, even before being taken in under her master's wing. It's a Caileanite mind-set... you revel, but you don't invest when your future is uncertain. And yet, here she is, an icy fire tugging at her heart as she reaches down and scoops the little halfling up in her arms.<br/><br/>"Dammit, Lis..." The monk grunts, holding the little woman against her breast carefully. "I'd rather leave tha' damn barrel, my sack, an' everythin' I own behind in this damn place than watch ya get hurt like this. Hell, I'd leave tha damn bracelet behind too. C'mon... We'll get ya healed up once we get through."<br/><br/>One thing's for certain... the little woman is a lot lighter than the barrel would have been.