Aeotha almost told him that holding a light would be a good distraction for whatever that noise was, then they would go to attack her, but she was sure she'd get the same response from Skandra either way, and probably another angry look. Since she'd just apologized for being angry at him and for being.. unthoughtful, Aeotha blew the lantern out and set it back down as quietly as she could. She quickly maneuvered herself around what was on the floor, which wasn't a floor at all, to be back beside him and a little behind him. Because she didn't want to be in the way of that weapon.
Aeotha gazed up at the ceiling, that wasn't really a ceiling but another wall, and tried to think of what she could do to help. There wasn't much, she thought as she crouched down, she pulled the staff from her back again and held it away from Skandra. She could beat someone to death, again, but Aeotha felt as if this place was simply trying to make things more difficult for her. She couldn't use magic, she couldn't get good grounding. She didn't know where the other Priestess was. One of them was dead.
Shantar was... taking Gershul's side. He didn't want Gershul dead. Gershul was a madman that needed to be dead but he was Skandra's father and everything was so complicated. Aeotha was listening, her head tilted just a little so her ear was angled more toward the ceiling.
What if it was more than just one person. What if it was a bunch of people. What if it was Gershul himself, he had just.. disappeared. People didn't just disappear. Was that something alchemists could do? She didn't think that was possible. Aeotha needed to stop herself from thinking so she could focus on the noises. She had to be ready to fight, once again. Her aching hand seemed to ache less just as she gripped the staff tighter in her fingers.