"You attack, I'll heal," Jaenelle decides. Healing comes much more naturally to her than any sort of combat magic and she thinks Erik is more than capable of handling himself when it comes to the latter. She's always been a Queen and a Healer first; it's only because of circumstances that she's learned to weave webs and make poisons. Jaenelle likes the excitement but not at the cost of friends, so she wants out sooner rather than later.

She moves behind him, adopting a defensive position. "Keep pressing forward?"