It had only been a matter of minutes, but Citrine's gem began to glow in Amber's hands. Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that drew her out so quickly, or perhaps she was simply reckless, but either way, the short orange gem was quickly developing a new body. Soon, she was reformed, looking nearly identical to her initial appearance, though her hair was now parted to the other side, and her shirt hung a bit lower. She dashed forth from Amber, to once more stand between Halite and his potential victims, including the now potentially dangerous Balas Ruby. Citrine looked at Halite pleadingly, trying her best to eminate her calming aura.

"Please... Stop this. Violence is wrong." Her concern seemed legitimate. Real. Foolish.