The typewriter doesn't answer out loud; no need to draw attention to herself. Huo hits the ground and though they roll, for a moment she sees a kind of echo in the flickering candlelight, someone who hit the ground and didn't move again. She blinks and the echo is gone.

Some kind of trick, unimportant. Instead of trusting her eyes, she trusts her ears. They tell her where the valravn is, and she leaps for it, aiming to grasp it behind the wings and bear it to the floor with the full weight of her body.