The Assassin Guardian steps forward, pigment and saltwater dripping from her scales. A presence surrounds her, fighting against the null field around them, an intense life about it. Her eyes pierce the room, carrying that vital energy in them.
"You," She looks at Caroline, her voice rough. "Don't give anyone your name from here on out. I can't give back my protection in here, and you lost it when you walked in. He'll find you if you speak your name to anyone outside of the Field. D'you hear me?"
The demon host has no idea what the Guardian is talking about, but nods. Beside her, Daer'on stifles a grimace, standing tall. Thoriane stares him in the eye.
"You, next," She speaks, and allows herself to look impressed when the man looks indigant. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Fight with dignity."
She turns to Set, who flinches. With a sad chuckle, she continues. "No, fool, not you, the demon. Is he present?"
"Oh! Uh, no, Ma'am?" Set stands at attention, unsure how to address the guardian. "He's been silent since the field went up around the Theatre."
"Pity, I won't be following you outside of it," She begins to turn. "Tell him he's a fucking idiot leading you all into harm's way, and if he had any sense left, he'd crawl into a hole like he's so wont to do."
Set expresses something inaudibly, but Thoriane sees none of it, already turned to face Rose. "I've nothing to say to anyone else other than that safety can come in numbers and stealth far from it. The rest of this message is for you."
Rose doesn't speak, her back against the obscured mirror.
"Make your way to Major Va'el. You'll meet the Vyldes Taranan there. They aren't trusting of outsiders, but you'll need to convince at least one to take you to Malkiz. Don't try crossing by sea. Take any of this party of fools that you like, but do make it to Malkiz."
Thoriane begins to walk balk to the mirror, her form melding with the black shape. "You won't see me until Malkiz, but I guarantee you, you will see me."