The attention paid to her Q'uila equally returns to Otoha as they get ready: balance, potential range of movement, musculature. And although she doesn't comment on that she would have to be blind to miss those very purposeful burns as she shoves that information down and into that burning, furious part of her mind to sit alongside all the other cruelties she has seen.

Stretching done, Q'uila bounces and shakes her limbs out, "I can heal for a quick fix but 'tis good to know that we have a quick way of requesting help if we need it." A twist and tug of aether has the familiar weight of her lance appearing in her grip as purple aether twists around the sleek, sharp lines of the weapon.

She gives it a spin a swipe to settle the weight and lowers into a ready stance with a grin.

"On the count of three then. One. Two... Three!"