Beleth has no fear of magic, in usual circumstances. While she is no mage, she grew up surrounded by them, without the taboos carried by the shemlen. But the magic utilized by the strange Rifter was...odd. Eerie, almost. It was a magic she didn't know, and it seemed to utilize forces she was unfamiliar with.

It was, in short, otherworldly.

Which is why, when Beleth opened the door to see if it needed cleaning, and discovered the Medicine Seller, with his strange scales, and the bits of paper that he plastered to the wall (that would surely need to be cleaned up by someone, again) that Beleth deemed it best to simply back out and continue on her way. However, before she'd even got back to the doorway, she spotted a rogue flying pot heading for the Rifter. Strange or not, he certainly didn't deserve to get brained by a large piece of metal.

"Watch ou--!" Fortunately, Beleth has respectable reflexes, enough for her to hurry into the room and grab for the pot. But she had forgotten about the scales, and hadn't gotten the memo that they were pretty apt at not getting stepped on. Her fingers close around the pot, but with her momentum, and her belated attempts to try to avoid the scales, she stumbles, and falls over. Smooth.

At least the scales had managed to avoid getting squashed.

There's a long pause as Beleth's brain slowly processes the actions that just took place, but once it clicks, she looks up at the Medicine Seller, and holds up the pot like a trophy.

"It was going to hit you."