She's closer to the surface, closer to the living world right now, she's stronger than that weird echo of something that wanted to prevent her, and the atavistic satisfaction of that is enough to push back the dyrstaff's effect for a moment - enough that the thing hesitates, looking at them.

Raistlin speaks out loud and it would be easy, it would be so easy to catch the vibrations of his throat and push him aside and respond in kind. Nope. It's not happening. She doesn't allow herself that kind of thing without the time to sit down and establish boundaries per session, even when she has the kind of long-term bearer who wouldn't mind, it's just too much temptation. She has Mindspeech and that's just going to have to be good enough.

:I need you to be able to move,: she says and there are undertones to it of I should have asked first and this only lasts as long as I maintain it and a simmering general background rage and fear and eagerness, and of course MINE and not mine do not forget not mine, all bound together into a steady voice.

:Whatever this thing is, if either of us can kill it it's me. It's noticed me.: Not a lot can kill her, the intimation is, but she doesn't want to find out of this can manage. :Run, or let me take over. It would only be for a few seconds and I will let go. I promise on the memory of my apprentice Vena.: She will, too. She always has before.