Here, at last, her face finally recovers its seriousness. Here at last the fit of giggles leaves her and she struggles free from the dance - though she is unsteady and dizzy. Here at last that mask and focus slips back into place, and she becomes again the Archmage.

"I will grant my own wish," she says. 

She flexes her shoulders and veridian flames run along her fur again, reconstituting the full body alchemical tattoo in moments. Once again she is the Archmage.

"Come. Let's get the fuck out of this shithole."