[She tugs (lightly, thankfully) on his hair for emphasis-- she knows that he knows that totally wasn't what she meant!]

Meant other magic! Set on fire, or something like that! Tch!

[Still, though, it did get them out of harm's way. Oona rests her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath herself to relax from the adrenaline rush.] Got us away, though. [Despite her earlier hair pulling, her hand rests gently on top of his head then] Good work.

Should kill imps though. Get orb things, survive longer.