Moon's path lead her in a large circle around the area where all the prisoners had gathered. As she ran, fleeing from the single guard who had chosen to pursue her, she let her mind focus on the chaos that had ensued. She could pick out the life forces of everyone. Including Arger, the raging Irabelu. She watched his attack through her mind's eye, more than a safe distance away. When the first Ebolorian guard was killed, the shock of the death was enough to make Moon stumble and fall to the ground. 

 The light of his life, one second burning strongly in her mind, disappeared just as quickly as the young Arian girl had moments earlier. No matter her many times Moon witnessed death in the arena, the suddenness of it would never fail to stun her. For several long seconds, she didn't move from where she had fallen. Only sat there, breathing heavily, staring off into space. The second Ebolorian death hit her just as hard. She couldn't move, couldn't think...could only wait for the absence of life to become a part of her mind, just as its presence had been seconds before. 

Finally, the shock dissipated. [i]What was I doing?[/i] Moon cast a sonic gaze around herself. She was on the floor. The guard wasn't chasing anymore. She had either ditched him, or someone else had taken care of him. Either way, she needed to make it back to the Rhevarian girl. Quickly, Moon picked herself up, ignoring the scrapes on her knees, and resumed her agile running through the quickly-thinning crowd. 

Before she could reach the Rhevarian, a scream of pain sounded out. Moon hummed quietly, sending an aultra-sonic gaze ahead of her, and a series of still images returned. Another of the Ebolorian guards had resumed the whipping where his partner had left off. Liquid flowed from the Rhevarian's flayed back. But for now, Moon could only watch. If she tried to intervene, it would only mean pain and punishment for both of them. With each crack of the whip, she cringed a little more for the other girl. Finally, the guard left. 

Immediately, Moon rushed forwards. She knelt beside the Rhevarian girl, her eyes filled with a sympathy that mirrored Tani's own pain. Slowly, she reached out a hand and gently touched it to Tani's arm, letting her know that she was there as a friend. She hoped that this girl's grasp of the common language was adequate. Moon's own sentences were workable, but slightly choppy when it came to tenses. "I'm sorry. I try to help," Moon she apologized, her tone sincere. 

Her voice was soft, barely audible. It sounded as though she was singing, even though she spoke plainly. "I sew. I sew your back if you return to my cell. The surgeons at the arena's exit..." she shook her head, cringing as her eyes wandered sightlessly around. "I do not trust them."