"I cannot remember saying you did, and yet you have it anyway," she replied, utterly refusing to be nettled or even stop smiling. At that, she interposed herself between the beast and the man, a ward of light forming as a shield while her chakrams morphed into a crimson blade. Some of Azem's arts adapted most readily to these new magics, though others remained beyond her utterly. Best not to let him get hurt when she could perform no healing!