[color=D6CC88]Amuné beamed at Norman, glad that she could help.  He said to stand back and she nodded, obediently moving out of the way.  It was a lot different from watching her mommy heal people, but there were some similarities.  Lots of special tools, and lots of care and precision.  Bad pieces had to come out, and sometimes there were things to put in.  Did machines get stitches made of wire?  She'd have to ask later, after Cecil's operation was over so she wouldn't distract Norman.  And then he could get better and everyone would be okay, and they'd keep looking for her parents.  The girl pulled Ethan's jacket a little tighter where she had it draped around her shoulders with a relieved smile.  Everyone was going to be fine.

Then the vision hit.

She paled as her magic dominated her perception, taking an unsteady step backwards and trying blindly to catch herself but only succeeding in knocking a couple bolts off a nearby shelf before landing on her behind on the floor.  Amuné barely felt the impact, nor the warm pressure of Wyth's head against her shoulder.  "Ethan!" she gasped, only really able to pick out the most solid elements of what she saw.  "No -- he'll die, he'll die!"  Her voice rose to a terrified squeak, and she struggled to figure out where she really was and get back to her feet.  Her heart was a racing drumbeat in her chest, and weariness tugged at her limbs, but she forced herself to get up, to run for the door, Wyth at her heels.  Only one thing mattered to her just then, and she dodged away from anyone that tried to stop her, darting out into the sunlight.  She had to get to Ethan.  He needed help.  She had to find him -- no, he needed help, and she wasn't any help, was she?  She had to find someone who could help.

The mean lady.  She wasn't very nice, but the woman had saved them, she was in charge and she didn't seem /bad/, not really, just mean.  She'd know what to do.  She'd be able to send someone.  Following a half-understood instinct, the girl dashed through the halls, narrowly dodging people who yelled at her to slow down and watch where she was going.  Amuné barely heard them.  She burst into the room where Taliya was, desperate and out of breath.  "They're in trouble!" she gasped between gulped breaths.  "Please, we have to help them -- we have to hurry!"  A tear traced a path down her cheek and she came up to tug at Taliya's shirt with a shaking hand.  "Ethan and the others -- it's bad!"  The girl was beyond scared, her grey eyes wide and her posture tense.  "Please!"[/color]