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Mariam saw the barrier shimmer to life, holding the sliding mechanism open, but what she also saw was that he was on the wrong side of the opening should his magics fail in the process of holding the gap open. They'd be close, she could already see the edges of Gabe's barrier five way under the crushing force of the sliding stones, could feel the ionized air that accompanied magics, the familiar caress that was Gabe's magic enough to take the edge off the fine hairs being raised along her arms, up the back of her neck.

One day, she would lose the discomfort that magic tended to cause her, today was not that day. Today, she was outrunning traps and keeping Gabe alive, the same he was keeping her alive. It's how they worked, it was how they always worked. And while she knew she wanted to charge the opening, grab him and slide them both through at the last moment, it would break his concentration, probably cost them both their lives.

Another time she decided, that she would tackle him for the good of getting out alive, they faced enough danger that this wouldn't be their last time. So instead she wiggled through the crack and to the other side as quick as she could, and grabbed the first Gabe-wide sized stone she could find to jam it in the gap, ready to put herself back between if needs be, Come on, I'm not leaving you here, and I'm sure as hells not set on dying today.

She was already cursing herself because she should have grabbed him through the door way, at least this was the of of this trap, she hoped, if she could just get him through, they could take the rest of their lives getting back to the surface without having to worry.

@Gabriel Poulin