Arabella nods. There isn't any panic in her expression, though she is tense -- with a house falling down around your ears, how can one be anything but? As she always has when it comes to magic, she'll trust Jonathan and support him as best as she can, even if all that means is keeping herself calm and collected while he works things out. It feels a little bit like the days he was first figuring out his magic, before Mr. Norrell took him on as his student, watching Jonathan puzzle over some scraps from a children's storybook trying to figure out what's going on.

Since she can't actually help with any of the spellwork, 'help' is mostly relegated to moving as quickly as she can to keep up with him and looking around, trying to make sense of what they're seeing around the. The ballroom's roof is beginning to crack like an egg under the forces acting on it, and there are a lot of panicking people, some fading as swiftly as she is.

There isn't much time. Suddenly, Yuya's words from not all that long ago feel terribly apt.