With all of the enemies well and truly dealt with, Tyaethe was able to watch along with everyone else as the suit of demonic armour apparently chose now to molest and be worn by one of their knights. Now, had the demon asked politely and gotten some agreement, this would have been mostly inappropriate because of the time and location. But the irritating sprite was being rather forceful...

Not that there were many options on how to help. Stabbing it repeatedly with her sword might work, like it did with most other things. Stabbing Marianne repeatedly to get the armour off of Marianne was counter-productive, for certain. Stepping in to pull it off... well, Tyaethe wasn't sure that she'd be able to get purchase, not with the lighting. If she was going to be pushing mana into it then there was always the chance of running dry before succeeding at what she chose to do, particularly after fighting through to the bottom floor and the display in the ball earlier.

That was something she could help with. Doing the exact opposite of 'clearing the area', the white-haired paladin stepped forwards and reached one instantly-numbed hand to Marianne's head and, for want of a more technical term, [i]pushed[/i]: a steady and deep supply of [i]more[/i], mana unfiltered by any magical inclination or study. It was the source and support for those that insisted her unnatural survival must have been due to some act of magic or necromancy on Tyaethe's part; the knight had enough mana to have conceivably done such a thing without the support of sacrifices or alternative mana sources.

"We're an [i]Order[/i] of knights. Don't force yourself to do something alone."