"Ulla had a bad reaction to something, I assume from the breach given the timing. Probably a connection with someone she couldn't handle." It's all guesses from what he knows of her. He'll find out more in a couple of days. He'll let Jacobi touch what he wants, put his own hands over to settle at his hips. Touch. Solidity. Steadying himself.

"She sang up a storm on deck, bad enough to pull up railing and throw things around. I happened to walk into it while I was heading up. I had to talk her down." His expression turns very cross for a moment, then he settles it, and Jacobi will know that is the 'I'm going to go talk to someone's supervisor' look where someone from another department fucked up. "Trevor decided to play the big stupid hero and threw a knife at her to try and stop the spell."

He breathes out.

"Given the winds and the debris, I caught it the only way I could. Given what I know Ulla's magic can do," ie ripping entire landmasses into being, "interrupting the song that way was the worst possible thing that could have happened." That's the tactical brain talking. The angry and defensive warden who loves her surfaces a moment later. "And I wasn't letting anyone hurt her."