" ‘Uhh' ?”
That could mean one of two things— that Vaan was stalling, having none of the magic power to do either, or that Vaan sincerely knew not what Larsa meant. Quickly he assumed the former, exchanging glances with the door, sifting his belt for something useful. Easily, the both of them could recover mist by pacing around, however slowly. But whether they had the time was upto the stubborn wyvern beyond the door.
"Do you need an ether?" He offered a slender phial to Vaan. "I doubt it will go away if we wait. Unless there’s something else—?"
Not wanting to admit his lack of magic power, Vaan laughed off his embarrassment as he accepted the phial from Larsa. He supposed that his poor fumble for wording probably had given that away anyways. Feeling the resurgence of mist, he peeked out of one of the airship’s side windows.
It would seem the wyvern had nested itself just outside the door … but should they sneak up from behind while it still faced the other direction…
“I think we can surprise it if we stay quiet.”
He inched toward the door from the window, hovering over the handle and giving a silent nod to Larsa, waiting for his readiness.