[ Can their sand do that? She's loathe to part with any of her precious sand but even more loathe to die, and one fingernail taps lightly against her Hourglass as she digs through her assorted memories for anything that might be of use in creating a field of silence around them. But she comes up empty-handed, quite literally, prompting another vexed sigh. ]

It doesn't seem to be possible at the moment. We'll have to rely on our own wits and weapons.

[ And any extra earplugs if he wants to magic them up a pair. Ah, but maybe.... ]

Once we get close enough, I can at least provide a distraction.