On the contrary, Tyzias didn't think he was weak. Far from it, Dust was obviously capable of holding his own. But standing on the backlines, flinging spells and shouting encouragement when she could be doing something? Not Tyzias's style. Not anymore.

"Yeah, you definitely could've handled it, given enough time. But I don't want to wait around for some other fucky thing to happen that might trap us in the afterlife. And sure, you would've beaten it, but you might've gotten hurt in the process and... I don't want that happening to you." Tyzias explains. She might not be an empath, but... she knows Dust enough by now to sense his displeasure. "Look, I..." she runs her head through her hair, sighing. "Sorry about that. It's just. It's been a long time since I've had anything approaching a normal life. I wanted to keep it lowkey here. Stay in the background. Let somebody else be the hero for once. But I guess that just doesn't come naturally to me anymore."