"Don't worry, so am I." And true to her word, Diana doesn't budge, even as the magic makes him earn every inch he gains towards the earth. Her own considerable strength is the only reason she's able to hold fast to the lasso and not lose her footing. But even she still strains against the magic, and can't help but be relieved when he finally makes it down.

Diana straightens, a smile blooming across her face. "And not a flower out of place," she can't help but tease, reaching up to push laurels and petals from her own face. A shower of rainwater sprays around her hand, but she doesn't mind. What a strange spell that was, so unlike anything she's ever seen.

Now that they're both on solid ground, she holds the lasso in one hand and offers him the other to shake, a habit she's picked up during her months away from Themyscira. The lariat is still warm in her grasp, though not as warm as it is when she invokes its power. "My name is Diana."