She body checks her out of the way, then, and hovers protectively over her in case she needs to catch anything. (She can, most of the time, catch and recycle any extra mana spillover from El this way, too - her lightning-rod knife isn't just defensive.)

Daniella falls with a muffled 'oof', looking up at Luthien with wide eyes.

The El's spell goes off with a actinic flash and crack-crack-BOOM, energy jumping from mimic to mimic and fusing them all into so much raw slag.

Luthien catches the spillover, keeping most of the spare mana for herself but feeding some back to El. (This has the side effect of wreathing her in small crackles of lightning, since it involves pulling in any lightning not involved in killing something.)

The lightning's over pretty quick, but Daniella doesn't move, still staring up at Luthien.

She turns around and raises an eyebrow. "You injured?"

"Uh. No. I'm fine."

"That was really cool."

"We've practiced," she says, wryly. 

"I can tell!"

She fights a smile. "Come on. Let's get moving."

"Yeah, you can flirt while you work. Make yourself useful and check the tool chests."

"Uh. Right." She levers herself up and goes to look.

She elbows her sister, and then goes to check a supply cabinet. 

Daniella starts rummaging in a nearby drawer.

"Your knives are cool," she says.

"They're all unique, beautiful works of art, and I love them," she says good-naturedly, because keeping her knives happy with her is more important than keeping her head down. (Luthien is not, in fact, in any way talented at artifice, and she cheated by applying spellbook principles - which she knew really well - to her first ever project. This had... Interesting side effects.) (She is also currently making a point of trying to find a good oil for them and some materials to further beautify their sheaths and display stand, as a thanks for being so helpful, on top of the stuff she's looking for for El and for general trading.)

"I like sharp things."

"I'm not letting you wield my knives, even if you beg."

"Is that a scenario you've already considered? Me begging?" Daniella looks like she's considering it now.

"You look like the type."

"With the right inducement, maybe."

"Oh?"

"Oh, y'know. Sometimes I gotta be shown what's good for me."

"Careful what you wish for..."

"I think it's more fun to live a little dangerously." She attempts to bump her hip against Luthien's.

She grabs Daniella, spinning her around and pinning her against an open stretch of wall.