Lyna is very glad she still has her cloak. The girl ducks her head down and quickly pulls the cloak tighter about herself, before focusing back on the bat at her head. The red hat, which covered her messy red hair adequately, was especially dear to her- it'd be a shame if the wind and gulls carried it away, eh?

Those snails. They were cool. Layna paused, still holding the red-haired chap's hand, and looked at one of these...snails.

"...That's awesome..." She whispered quietly- and her amusement lasted right on up to a massive crab popping out of an unseen cave and grabbing one of the snails. "...W-Well then..." She sputtered, before moving on a little more quickly than before. She didn't mind the gulls herself, but those crabs were unnerving.

Speaking of the gulls-- that lad just kicked one. Layna's focus was being ripped in all directions at once, and she was having trouble keeping up with events; the boy kicked the gull, the stairs are nearing their top, a girl is being assaulted by the bird, the boy has a rough uniform on, the stairs used to creak, Layna's hands are sweaty, she just got to the top of the stairs, the other girl's hair was sandy blonde-- all this information seemed to be flooding her quite hurriedly as she tried to soak up as much as she could...

Her focus is snapped to a single man before her, even her grip on the boy's hand going forgotten for now. Dark robes, silvery runes, and white hair. The screech, the falcon, the almost unnoticeable accent... 'Crythos'.

Layna breathed in. Layna breathed out. Her focus was settled, and the unecessary information dulled out. It was hard for the girl not to start spazzing out and jumping around. She simply had too much energy- especially in serious situations like this. It's strange how things work out that way.

She looks to the other kids around her and patiently tries to size them up- metaphorically speaking. She's trying to judge who they are, but this was never one of her strong suits as a magician. The ever calm boy, the kindly girl in blue, the rough sailor boy and the timid-looking sandy hair girl, the strange tall lad- 'Raghu' he had said his name was, Layna recalled as the situation caught up in her mind- Elysia, poor gal had slipped and slid...Layna was glad of her boots. She actually released the boy's hand now that they were safely at the top of the stairs and sheepishly stepped away, rubbing her arm a bit embarassedly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to hold ya quite that long..." She said apologetically.

And then the group was moving. Layna waited another moment, looking from Crythos to the tower...

"...I am Nyx Caeli..." She mumbled, a bit of a promise in the words. She nodded then, to nothing in particular, and removed the hat with a flourish, whispering to herself as she did a rather fantastical bow...The cloak even flourished as well from the movement, as if this was a very practiced action...

Just to rise up and place the hat back onto her head firmly, her ever-lopsided smile present once again as she walked, now alone, along behind the vast majority of the group. Seems the girl just bolstered her confidence a tad.