“Oh hey Li. What are you doing here?”

“……”

“Choking” Kathlin ventured after a pause, when it became apparent that no other answer was going to be forthcoming. Liaena was indeed becoming increasingly purple in the face as she gasped for breath, while doing her best to give Rithrynn death glares at the same time. 

“…Oh!”

As the big elf finally sat back onto her haunches, the purple in Liaena’s face reduced noticeably as she finally managed to take in large gasps of air. She didn’t look any happier for her change in circumstances. “…You. [b]IDIOT[/b].”

“Wut?”

“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here!? Are you, incapable of not getting in my way for[i] more than a few seconds[/i]!?” Liaena spat. At the very least, she hadn’t landed on her bag, so Donald and Astrid hadn’t been reduced to a fine mush, at least for the moment. It was only one thing that had gone right in a recent catalogue of errors, and it did very little to improve her mood. “I TOLD you, not to get involved! …And get off my legs!”