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"That just means I can let off even more steam." she comments through another bout of coughing as he moves to guide their way down into the tomb. She follows despite the obviousness of the false illness racking her lunges. The sensation that course through her false body is almost enough to make her cough in reality, fooling her brain into thinking she might just actually be sick. "If it's not the cure down here it better be something that can get us one."

It was almost enough to set her off, as Isra wasn't the sort to cave to illness even in reality. No, the woman was very much the type to push through just about anything with grit teeth and fire in her eyes. As if she'd allow something like a bug to get in the way of her day. It was nonsense and that didn't change just because the effect was fake. If it weren't for the in game problems it was causing she'd ignore the entire thing.

Instead she curses quietly under her breath, stifling another bout of coughing as the walls around them begin to rumble, the earth quaking beneath their feet as she struggles to focus. The psychic ability she had recently picked up creating a field around them to keep the falling rocks from striking them is almost too slow, taking more effort than it should to cast.

She falters as soon as she sees the spawn break through ahead of them, turning to face them without hesitation, attacks readying as the energies around her shift their focus, looking to lock down the spawns with her gravity and make them easy targets for the knight in front of her. Isra feels too slow to strike in time but hopefully, it allows him to fill in the gap in her stead.