"Changing?" She sounds surprised, but not as if she doesn't believe him. A shifting maze sounds exactly like the kind of thing fae would come up with for a party. She adds, "I do." Simple as that, no further explanation needed. In her mind, he has no reason to lie about something like that.

She follows as he races through the maze, ears alert for anything that might be following them. And the beast must know, because the next time it attacks, it jumps in between them, perhaps from between the hedges. Regardless, Diana sees it draw breath to scream again, and does the first thing that comes to mind: she shoves her forearm into its maw, the metal of her bracer scraping against its teeth.