It had been a shitty couple of hours. But if Daisy had any soul at all to speak of, the fear in the wight's voice did it good. 

"Calm down," she said, feeling quite smug despite herself. There was no reason to be smug, really. In fact, she'd somehow landed back in the very place she'd so hoped to avoid -- and it her plan succeeded, things were going to get much worse, much faster. But after everything that had happened in the last few hours, between the attack and Veti and Aislynn, and the second attack and the futility of their rebuttal...well, she was damn well going to take some good where she could find it. 

"You're not dead, just...visiting," she went on, pretending to approach him from behind on coincidence alone. She'd scanned the general location before she'd pulled him through. They were safe for a few moments at least, though once she started working, that would fast change. Especially she she already reeked of the dozen wolves she'd killed not two hours ago. A thick gray mist swirled around them, appearing to rise and sink all at once. The cold and muggy water swirling around their ankles in tiny eddies was calm enough, though he would feel the pull more strongly than her. 

Still. They were both about to be very busy. It was unlikely he'd go under without her noticing. She might even be obligated to help, if he stayed on task. 

"Hokay, rules," Daisy said, as she reached for the Scythe, now returned to its semi-visible, intangible form. She began scanning the misty plateau, then raised a brow toward the wight in the most walking way she could. 

"Rule one: that -- " she pointed to his knife with its deadly silver sheen, "is not going to be any use here unless you happened to soak it in holy water before you jumped. Did you?" She didn't want for an answer. "Didn't think so. Stow it or lose it, dude. Not even silver will kill a dead wolf. 

"Rule number two, if you're going to call me anything, call me Daisy. I don't call you 'Dead'...or not to your face.

"Rule number three, I am your [i]only[/i] friend here, and that's a stretch. Now, you have an advantage. Chances are, anything we see on this side is going to be deader than you. Which means you've got a leg up. Down side is, of course, your cute little guns and knives won't work for shit. You gotta fight fire with fire...which here just means hand to hand. If you can get them under," she pointed at the water, "the current will do the rest."

"Rule number four -- and I am so fucking serious here -- do [i]NOT[/i] let them get the jump on you. I'm going to be busy handling our god-wolf pal. I won't be able to save your ass if you go down." It was mostly a bluff. She didn't need him taking any chances that would cost them later. But she also couldn't afford to be the person who lost [i]two[/i] of Veti's friends in her world. 

She had been searching their pale surroundings as she spoke, pausing every few seconds to listen or watch for something the wight apparently couldn't see. She seemed to find it as she finished her list, a determined grimace falling over her features. 

"Right," she said grimly, taking a deep breath and allowing the Scythe to become solid in her hands. "Any questions?" Again, no time to answer. "Hope not. I just sounded the alarm. We are about to make some very dangerous, very gross enemies."