[b][center]Mor Of The Altenia Tower[/center][/b]


	Craig just laughed to himself as he heard Ailen and turned to watch him head out. [i]Good for you man,[/i] he thought to himself before walking over to the security post and telling the two sitting there to go take a break. He sat down and proceeded to watch what was about to happen but he wasn’t going to let the rest of the Tower see. He didn’t know what Ailen was going to do but he was too curious not to watch for himself. Silvia was dancing and laughing with the crew as she had been the entire time; enjoying herself and it seemed that the crew was finally having a good time. She knew it couldn’t always be like this but she knew that people needed time to release tension; especially after everything they had been through with Tristan. She had read what happened to Ailen and it saddened her to think he went through so much just because someone wanted to act like a God. She wondered how many more she would read about when she reviewed the records before she sent them to the GTC.

She was about to start another story when an engineer approached her and told her what happened to Ailen. Looking over to him her eyes widened slightly and she simply vanished from her place; everyone surrounding her took a step back and started to look around frantically. Before they had a chance to turn around she had already reappeared kneeled next to Ailen. She had just thrown and caught herself half way through the repair dock in the time it took the rest to blink. It was unheard of that a Talent could do that without aid or preparation but Silvia had managed without a second thought. It quickly changed the mood, they were seeing her as one of them but now she was shown to be a truly unique T-1. Sighing she looked at Ailen and rested her hand on his forehead; seeing the blood she cringed slightly

“What have you gone and done to yourself?” she scolded before another engineer went and explained what happened. Looking up at the broken cable her eyes narrowed. “Tristan…that bastard is responsible for this,” she muttered as she looked back down at Ailen. “Just hold still,” she said softly as her hands moved down to his shoulder. Closing her eyes for a moment before opening them once again, they had gone blank, a white haze covering them as she stared off into nothingness. A warm tingling sensation seemed to flow from her palms, similar to earlier but this time it flowed much deeper. The bleeding slowly ceased and then the sensation changed to something cool. It was hard to explain but it seemed to flow through the artificial limb and repair the mechanics itself.

It took a few minutes but Silvia did not move, seemingly frozen in time as she let her mind work. A long breath passed her lips and she coughed slightly as her eyes fell shut.  Shuddering slightly she took a few long breaths as she sensations faded away before her eyes opened; once again looking as they always had.  Leaning down close to his face she tilted her head slightly and smiled. “That should do it but I wouldn’t recommend walking for a bit, you’ll just end up flat on your back,” she warned before rocking back on her knees and standing. “You,” she said pointing to an engineer, “and you,” pointing to another. “Move him to my quarters for now. The Lead Empath is out for the night and I rather not wake him,” she said as she dusted off her hands. 

They nodded and helped Ailen up, moving him quickly to the elevator. Silvia looked down and saw the locket on the ground, perking a brow she picked it up and opened it, looking it over for a moment before closing it and sliding it into her pocket.  Turning Silvia followed them into the elevator and pressed for her floor. She knew she could move him herself but she didn’t think it would put out a good image.  Everyone just froze in their place, some with hands over their mouths. Part of it was because of how she moved instantaneously, part of it was how she looked and the healing and yet the rest was worry as a few drops of blood fell from her nose. Silvia taking note of it quickly wiped it away with the back of her sleeve paying it no mind.

“You think she is okay?” one of the women asked that had been with Silvia during her time in the repair dock.

“I hope so,” a man answered as he watched them leave.