If she survives? She actually gapes at him, trying to contain her amusement.

"Not only will I survive, but I'll do so without dirtying your pretty blade. You can have it back only if you survive. Otherwise, I'll consider it your gift to me for your amusement at my struggles." He didn't look amused in the slightest; she is simply poking fun of his serious disposition. A small reprieve after her encounter with the beast, her hand is still trembling from the adrenaline, and she has to divert that energy elsewhere.

"Skoros iksos naejot keligon ao hen gaomagon aōha egros va issa hembar? Gaomagon nyke pāsagon ao?" Despite her inquiry she does glide by him to take the lead, likely due to the fact that she is pleased to have an escort of sorts. Her temperament might be fiery but even she knows when she is treading water, she is not equipped to handle the dangers of the maze on her own, but her mysterious relative is. Even now she is mentally flipping through pages of notes while trying to discern his identity.

"Many would sooner lose their titles than willingly arm me," she calls over a shoulder, testing out the balance of the blade upon her fingertips.