Never before has Araceli missed her pistols quite so keenly. Reloading takes time but she knows exactly how much damage a shot can do, along with the noise and the confusion it would cause, especially here. At least she's been in this scenario before in Emprise du Lion, cages and Red Templars in the driving snow rather than this but she moves for the mages closest to the fighting.

Her hands never shake. Somewhere she's proud that no matter what, she was taught well enough that she's spared that ever being a problem.

"Stay with me," she murmurs to the mage she's freeing, a young man with eyes wide from terror. "We're here, nothing more will happen to you."