Kire made a face. “I was afraid you’d say something like that,” she said about the wards affecting her as well. “The larger the ritual or enchantment, the more elements could go wrong, right?”
Elva and Narda both groaned when Ruli stressed using her magic as a last resort. “Well, we tried telling her that last time,” Elva said, pointing at Kire’s arm. Kire frowned.

“It won’t happen again.” She was still frowning, thinking it over. “But how are we even going to [i]place[/i] the wards around the Palace grounds? I doubt the Gemini would let us just—saunter in and lay down runes. That requires stealth and speed. I can go in and out fast, but my portals aren’t the most subtle. There’s Ruli and Ysaryn, hypothetically, but—” She cut herself off, frowning. Despite her objections, she was starting to see the benefit of it. Elva could see it as much.
“Would you need her blood for this, too?” the healer asked, concerned. 
“And with regard to Kire’s point earlier,” Narda put in, interested now that they were talking about a kind of magic that would counteract others’, “Myka and the girls. They’re stealthy, light on their feet. If you tell them how to do it, they can go in and out, while our armies lay siege.”
“I suppose another hiccup would be that you’d need to know the exact layout of the center of the Capital to do it,” Daryll said. “Besides learning how to cast the magic, everyone involved would need to memorize where everything is.”