"You'd honestly have preferred to die in a place like this?" Maeko asked, reaching up to strke Misaki's hair and calm her down. She hadn't spoken much and honestly would have preferred that nobody else did. Calling upon that old crone for aid as much as she had during the battle against the table had left a dull pain in the back of her head that had only intensified as they'd moved upward, like exhaustion but less physical. She wasn't sure if it was from summoning something like that so much or a general consequence of being around an old lady a lot. Either way it was unpleasant and everyone being so loud really was not improving her mood.
She was glad both that he seemed to finally be listening and that there didn't seem to be anywhere else for him to vanish, though. She wasn't sure she could hold out another battle.
"We're all going home now. You're coming with us."