See, she understands the roles of a party and that as a DPS she is a delicate flower whose devastating damage output is maximised by putting the tank between her and the enemy at all times. (Well, it doesn't have to be the tank). We don't have to talk about what formative level-one experiences shaped this.

But she hasn't abandoned Ardyn completely, as an Eldritch Blast shoots out and spears the chicken immediately attacking the man. Absinthe looks between chicken and chicken, and bigger chicken, trying to aim her second shot; but she's counting a lot of potential targets, she realises.

“Do you have like an AOE or something? If you don't I think we gotta go-!!”