She keeps pace easily, legs pumping as they both run fast enough for it to be obvious they're running away. With luck, they won't meet anyone to question it.

She'd expected to end up scraped up by the branches and limbs of the tree, when she realizes they're obligingly keeping themselves out of the way. It must be him, and she shoots Arthur a quick look. Her own command of fire may be impressive in this dream, but she's never been quite as skilled with magic in general. She learned it mostly in the Dark Kingdom.

"You're useful," she manages around a quick breath.