As Lapis made her slow, traumatized way toward Arthur, she heard Dal speak and met his cocky gaze. His arrogance was nearly enough to bring her out of her stupor, but what really did it was the way his arrow whizzed past the leader and stuck fast into the ceiling. A startled, hysterical laugh bubbled out of her and she doubled over where she stood, bracing a hand out on the floor to steady herself. By complete chance, the leader stumbled over her outstretched arm and slowed, just a little, in his escape. Lapis didn't even notice. She had dissolved into a sort of half-laugh, half-sob, and she wondered idly if she was really having a mental breakdown.