Bryn barely noticed the difference. His voice sounded the same both ways, though out loud it was less liquid. But her energies were gone, she'd used them up. But this had been a worthy fight. She put her hand in his, and carefully pulled herself to her feet.
She could feel the urgency down the bond caused by her blood, she glanced back toward the stairs. With a good hard listen she could hear the seames parting the steam escaping. Her eyes widened just a little, bending she grabbed the dagger from the floor and then turned to Dan. "Lets go then." It was a real shame that they wouldn't see her burn, they'd only see the door vanish, most likely. She directed her hand before her, so he would go first. Her behind in an effort to protect him from anything else. Even if there wasn't anything but the boiler now.