"Yes, Nero, Tina, thank you very much for screwing Gwylan up and not me, I will relish the pleasure of having him owe me two favors." It was said playfully, but Aurora still kept a hint of steel in both her facial expression and her tone of voice. "Seriously though," she said, holding up a hand to accentuate her point. "Let's not set the front-line fighters on fire, hmm? Think it through next time, and if the situation calls for some kind of special move, I think Gwylan and I would appreciate a heads-up or something. Great thing about these," she gestured to the now almost gone Ursa, "is that they don't understand us when we speak, a'ight? I'd rather me being smokin' hot stay figurative."
Aurora pointed a finger at Gwylan and said, "Dear Gwylan's going to take the burden for you on this one, you should be glad it's succumbing to my wishes, though I'm sure he'd do that regardless," a wink, "and not an injury." Lecture over, she dropped the slightly stern mannerisms, snapping back into her usual lightheartedness. "Who knows though, favors might be mutually beneficial, depends on how good you're going to be, hmm?" She smirked at him once more, relishing in the giddy surge of power she felt. Hey, everyone liked winning, right?
"Alright, let's start back on the road, yeah? Got a ways to go, and we can discuss the problem of the Deathstalker while we walk." She started off in the direction they were heading, now Grimm-free for the moment. She slowed her pace and looked back not long after though, waiting for Gwylan to re-take his position up front. "Tina, I can see you're feeling a little winded from so much semblance use, so take it easy, yeah? Just tell us what you know from the last time you used it. And uh... Gwylan had an idea about distracting it too. I want opinions, people."