[Lysithea can hardly muster words for a few moments as she stares in horror, her mind making a vain attempt to process what she sees. There have ever been whispered stories of fell creatures capable of petrification or humans turned to stone by dark magic - but nobody had ever bothered to warn her of porcelainification.]

I --

[She shakes her head, slowly regaining her wits.]

Y-Yes, I suppose it would be foolish to separate at this point. I'll be fine.

[Her automatic response is not actually grounded in fact. Lysithea surreptitiously checks her legs before repeating -- ]

I'm fine - let's make our way up quickly.