Lavender took in a sharp inhale of frustration when she saw the dagger in the woman’s hands. She would’ve tsked if she weren’t in a bit of a dangerous situation of blocking a malicious wraith’s claws. Eventually she gave up and just ducked under the wraith to sprint away to some distance away from the chaos.

Hah. Chaos. Entertainment. 

Gods forbid, why did she have to ask for a dagger? Now there were both wraiths and dark beings roaming around. Speaking of the dagger, the fox-faced woman spotted the man that was speaking with the fae child earlier stuff the dagger in his pack hurriedly to tend to the foolish woman. Good. It should stay in there. Lavender spared a hesitant glance towards her sword, which was now not so flamed anymore. 

She lifted a hand to set fire to her blade once again, not very quickly as she assumed she wasn’t in any danger at the moment. Once she had flamed her weapon once more, she spared a glance towards the patrons who had been scratched too, wondering whether she should help restrain or stop fighting and just lean back to watch the show.