'Dite had realized quite a while ago that her powers were wonky. That didn't mean she still didn't try to zap in a chair to sit on before sighing and dropping down on a large stone.

"Stupid goblins, stupid Jareth-guy, stupid tight pants. They probably cut off the flow of blood to his brain, the -- oh." She glanced at the young woman beside her. "Sorry." 'Dite squinted. The woman actually looked more like a teenager. Karla's age, maybe. "You okay?"