[ She lets out a little exhalation of self-directed laughter and stifles her nerves in a very stiff drink. ]

I think I could do that, with my power. Or rather... if I don't, there still might not be any avoiding it.

[ Oh, this is strange to explain. She kicks her legs a little restlessly on the bar stool and looks down. ]

...It's part of my blessing, I think. The guardian deity's protection. When my life is in danger... our souls trade places. Mine and Medea's. I'm doing everything I can to avoid that happening. But...

[ Well. They're in a place where their lives are kind of all in danger, a lot. ]