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Raine bit her lip, thinking as quickly as she could. She knew she certainly couldn't bring herself to fight with Victiara; not when she had traveled with them for a bit. And she was absolutely sure Chris was unable to fight her, either. After all, he did really like this girl. She sighed, hurrying over to Chris, and paused to think for a moment. Why had it been so long since she had used any of her magic? Now she had nearly forgotten...she blamed herself internally, since she should have thought things through. She did what she could to close the wounds, then glanced at Nathaniel, to make sure he was okay, too. "Perhaps...hanging around here isn't the best idea..." she said quietly, then glanced at Victiara and Zaleth; Zaleth was dead, but she wasn't so sure about Victiara, but neither seemed to have any control of themselves. Otherwise, she was sure Victiara would be questioning rather than fighting. Right?

She glanced at the ground; they had believed Sekivar...and thought he had been helping them. At least, she thought he had been helping the entire time. But he was really planning this; planning something worse than Zaleth. It wasn't often that she got angry anymore, but that was enough. Still, she worked hard to keep the glare off her face, and to try to think straight. They couldn't stay there...couldn't sit still...couldn't just let them charge them down like this. "Come on...we need to move..." she mumbled.