Lirael had to actually be collected, having landed running and gone right out of the protected space. She comes back at last, collected by her own flight's guardian (not that she knew who she was, anyhow), and hovers around the edges uncertainly, her bell still in hand. Seeing as she's not much use collecting wounded with only one hand, and being as small as she is-- and, to her further consternation, being unable to reach the Charter, where her magic comes from.

She doesn't trust this situation any more now than she did when she was just running loose in the woods, to be quite honest. Especially not when there are warriors with swords wandering about. She edges out of Geddoe's way nervously when he gets close.