Here is an elf to replace the villager who fell at his feet—same clearer vision in the dark, and this one has a bow of her own. She is beside him with her back pressed against a wall that is not burning yet, but will be soon, as the fire on the other side of the half-destroyed structure works its way around to them.

"Fucking Tevinter bullshit bastard shitfaces," she says half-sensically as she nocks an arrow. "I've killed so many things bigger than them—"

She pivots around the edge of the wall and lets the arrow loose after only a moment's consideration, lodging it not into the soldier who's pursuing them, but into the dracolisk she's riding. She's more familiar with the weak spots on animals than on people. It screeches—a sound unfortunately accompanied by a blast of fire—and tumbles. It will take the soldier a bit to recover from the spill, if she recovers at all.

"—they do not get to kill me, that would be so stupid."

Back beside Byerly now. She looks up at him—quite a distance up. There's no fear on her face now, and there won't be until later, until the moment she realizes her luck has truly run out.

"Alright. What?"

She'd heard the very beginnings of a proposal, before they had to duck behind the wall.