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Amber paused, watching another walk in, and then another girl. The boy looked a bit like the girl that had already come in, and the girl looked a bit like Arabella. She half-hoped to see something of Jamie there, but didn't. Perhaps that hadn't worked out as well as she had hoped it would for them. A pity, but at least it seemed like they had each found someone else. Wasn't too much comfort, but a little, at least. She winced as the girl used lightning on the unconscious girl, and shook her head. "Even if that was to help her, I'd rather you wait for permission from her before you try to heal her, unless she was dying. Especially when we don't know who she is."

She turned her attention to the other boy, who had his hand held out to her. She reached out her free hand to shake his, the glass still in the other. "Yes, I suppose you can consider us allies in that respect. But we've had more visitors tonight that we've had in a year; we're hiding here from the Hirule, but we may have more attention drawn to us now than we would have liked." She glanced around, debating over what Adrien had said, and trying to think of places they might be able to go if they did have to run. She shook her head. "We'll stay here until the girl wakes up, on her own," She cast a meanignful look around the room; she meant for them not to wake her, since she probably needed the rest. "Unless the Hirule attack. In that case, I want one of you to carry her until she wakes up." She nodded to the twins. And, if things got too bad, and Kage couldn't get the blood he needed, the other might have to carry him; she hoped not. It would slow them down enough to carry one of them.

She glanced back at Locke, since he had introduced himself. "I'm Amber, but I'm not so sure we have time for these introductions. Keep quiet, so we don't attract any more attention to ourselves."


Arlayna glanced at Adrien, then back to the three newcomers that had come in. Adrien was frightened, and, as usual, she found it hard to tell whether hers or his was greater. She didn't like these people, didn't trust them. Their mother didn't seem to mind any of them, but then if anyone looked like their parents, like anyone of her old friends, of course she would trust them. That might cause trouble...but it wasn't exactly as if she could scold her own mother like that. So that left her with nothing she could do but be careful and pay attention to them, just in case. She shifted uncomfortably; she was used to her brother acting like this, like she wasn't their mother, but she could never manage it. More often, she ended up being quiet when things like this happened. "...There's too many people..." she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably again.