Summoning up an unconvincing smile, Mags lifted one hand to give an answering thumbs up, using her other hand to support herself. Taking deep breaths through her nose and out her mouth, she got the queasiness under control. The rubbing on her back helped, and her smile turned to grateful.

Of course, now they were at an impasse, because she couldn't read lips either, and she didn't want to chance that the music had not stopped (the earmuffs weren't soundproof, just enough to keep it indistinct). She gestured that she was going to stand up, so Freya could move back, and she managed to get to her feet. Feeling around in her pockets, she pulled out her journal and her wand.

Thank you, she wrote in a warded entry to Freya.