Sylvie snorts and says, "This place should be so lucky."

Even without their magic, they're both formidable opponents, especially when it comes to the robes fools trying to do whatever it is they're doing. She honestly doesn't care. The rest of it, the cult, the festival, the disappointing holiday, it all fades into the background when she considers the rest. Him.

"Think we can swim back?" she asks. "Or at least find somewhere we won't be bothered for a little while?"