It probably isn't typical ungodly puppeteer behaviour to make an irritated and plaintively pained sound in the back of her head when she first starts to move - healing doesn't mean she doesn't experience pain and there is still a claw in her shoulder, scraping bone against bone - and probably not to make that first attempt and then...not, for a minute. The jagged and broken parts of the crossbow that didn't quite make it through the fall are underneath her, digging into her, and her coat probably would've been more of a cushion against it if not for the sheer velocity of the fall--

There is a moment where she just lies there, catching her breath, and thinks several things not repeatable in polite company that are entirely forgivable under the circumstances. Immortality doesn't make death fun. It just makes it survivable.

Under said circumstances, perhaps it's also forgivable that registering and reacting to Lucius isn't at the top of her immediate priority list. That there is someone there and pointing something at her is something she's aware of, but several separate factors shunt it further down on concerns (wariness not an unreasonable reaction and present holding pattern meaning rationality that can be reasoned with, where reasoning with means flatly lying to; ultimately she assumes nothing but I can handle it and if she really does have to kill to protect herself, now is the time to get away with it) and instead reaches for remnants of the dragon clinging to her.

“Fuck--” is a very satisfying word.