Faolan curses at his current uselessness, unable to contribute much to aiding Thea due to his meager strength. He positions himself near the edge of the pit, whispering a few arcane words as he does so, readying himself and a spell for possible opponents.
OOC: If anything comes over the edge of the chasm that's not Thea, or a cute fuzzy bunny or something, Faolan will blast it with a magic missile. Intiative: 1d20+2=12.