Lapis shivered on the floor, watching the rest of her new team take out the rest of the villains. Her knife gradually slipped out of her hand as her body went slack, and the clang as it dropped to the floor startled her. She glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed and briefly met Dal's eyes before he turned back to his opponent, the remaining assassin. She could see his mouth moving, but his words didn't reach her. 

She turned instead to try to find Arthur. She knew he was armed, but still worried that he had not survived the fight. Spotting him not far from Dal, she was shocked to see blood dripping from his blade, a dead man at his feet. Of course she knew that he carried a blade, but up until now she had never seen a hint of violence in the man. It made her wonder what else she didn't know about him.

Regardless, he was still the person she knew best in this tavern, so she gathered herself, steeled her expression, and made her way out from under the table to his side. The shaking in her limbs forced her to half-crawl, half-stumble, and her progress was slow. The fight continued around her. Lapis hardly noticed, her focus solely on reaching the familiarity of a known face.