Serves her right for making noise. More noise than an involuntary, breathed obscenity, at least.

Rae watches the minotaur hesitate, its every step shaking the rocks beneath its... well, its hooves, Rae would assume.

With another bellow, it lunges off into the darkness, searching for them further along the broken corridor they had left.

Rae only moves again when the crashing hoof-steps have grown distant and her heartrate has begun its descent back towards normal.

"...Sorry about that," she whispers, bringing up another - dimmer - hovering light above them.