It feels wrong to have a mage cover her rather than the other way around, just as it does to have the glow in her palm and the tingle up her arm. But there's no time to dwell on the wrongness of it all, rather focus on what can be fixed. So she holds her hand up to the rift again, wincing as green light arces from her palm toward it, and that hum of tension continues to build...right until there's a shattering sound accompanying it, and the rift is finally closed.

Skadi breaths hard after that, strained in a way she's never felt before. "Time to leave!"