Not only her ribs, but her lungs ache like hell too. It'd cut off her voice, stopping her singing, and Luce takes in a deep breath as she feels herself freed. It burns her throat a little, inhaling so fast, but at least it matches the fire in her eyes. There's only a flicker of mental gratitude aimed Doctor's way before she focuses on the matter at hand.

Get the crystal. She can do that! She thinks. Well, she's not sure, but no better time to find out, right?

The Mare Ring is warm on her finger, but the flames she gathers feel warmer still. Taking aim quickly, she gathers Flames all around her hand and shoots it off as fast as she can. Just like all the times she's practiced, what becomes a fireball of flame seems to take the faint shape of a squirrel.

She really hopes that thing isn't fragile, because she just wants to steal it or knock it further away from Blanche- preferably towards Sans, but she's not picky. Just 'away' will do for now.

...But really, really hoping it's not fragile, ha ha. Ha.