"Maeve goes there," she says, low and amused, cupping the scarab in her hand. Enough light leaks out between her fingers to illuminate her face. She offers a smile, still keeping most of a chair between where she's half-crouched and the man with the sword. "Sorry about that. Was just checking if you were an assassin. You know how it is."

She doesn't have any magical recourse in case he decides to attack. At least none that she's comfortable with yet, considering she apparently had a whole new source of power since when she went to sleep and woke up here. She'll just have to take a leap of faith.

He looks enough like a knight that she's willing to risk it. "Come away from the door and we'll put a couch between us and them."