"It does not, truly." Tazendra said, to try to distinguish between 'scratch' and 'no, really, I'm actually fine'. "But I shall attempt to throw something."

She happened to have a small stone in her pocket and threw it. Unfortunately, it was one she had been enchanting, so it hit the barrier with a loud bang. "Ah, that was my flashstone, not the unenchanted ones," she shouted.