"It'll work if you want your skull smashed," is Nell's dry retort to Poesia's suggestion, clearly not a fan of any part of this. "I guess I can fling you into the water in that direction to make the swim a bit shorter but it's all or nothing, I can't do gentle or precise."

She scratches her nose, leaving a streak of soot, and looks to Derrica and then to Darras: "Lightning seems best, but we risk somebody on land noticing. It's not like it'll look natural. And we can't just go search the whole coast and murder anybody who might've turned this way at the wrong moment."