When Hide began to move, Kiara gasped, her hands gripping the table tightly. Why were they always forgetting that she could feel it too? It was a good skill to have, for it allowed her to pinpoint what was wrong and where, but until they were healed, she was just as miserable. Luckily, this didn't usually take too long. She was so focused on her breathing that she barely registered what was going on right in front of her. That was until she felt the heat of Adrian's anger. He was projecting it without even realizing it, she expected. It was uncomfortable, though, and she was slightly relieved when he left.

"Hide..." Like it had always been when she'd spoken to him, her voice was soft, in an effort to be comforting. She bit her lip as she remembered how much better at this her mother was. It was hard to push the feeling of loss away, but she did it. After all, thinking of her mother led her to thinking of her sister, and thinking of both would just force her back into bed, something she could not do right now. So, Kiara tried her best to only focus on the man who was in hurt in front of her. "Hide, don't worry... I'll go help her alright? But I need you to rest. Please stop moving, for your sake... and for mine."

With that, she stroked his forehead, gently, one last time. She was better than aspirin after all. When Kiara was sure that he would be fine as long as he didn't get up again, she went into the other room where Adrian was now talking to those that had gathered there. For a few moments, it was silent, and she couldn't help but put her head in her hands. She knew what she needed to do, what she needed to say, and still she could not. There was no way the words could leave her mouth without them thinking she was insane, just as they had thought the girl was. 

So, she was thinking of a different approach instead. Kiara could help the girl, just as she'd promised Hide, but that didn't mean she'd have to tell them about the dreams, the omens. That would need to wait until things were... she would tell them on Friday when everyone was feeling better, excited possibly. Or would that be a worse time? Her hands pressed harder into her face, trying to figure out what she should do. She could not feel the wounds of the girl, but they didn't look too terrible. So, when she walked over, poking and prodding just as she had with Hide, Kiara gave her a look of apology. "Could I tend to her? Now that we've decided we don't think she's responsible?" she said to the people around her.

To the girl, she said very quietly, hoping that the others would not hear. "I'll help you. I know it wasn't you, so don't be frightened." She looked up at the girl again, trying to make her eyes warm and trustworthy like they'd once been before continuing, "I believe you... I won't hurt you, but I can't heal you if I'm not sure what they did.."