The blue tear drop of a gem finally started to glow, lifting up and floating to a bigger space as the base to her body formed but as the details started to apply it did a slight glitch of her form. Once solid she touched down to the ground only to find herself crumpling to it. Her emotional pain was unyielding and her body now felt fragile, more so than she had ever experienced before. Aquamarine's vision seemed to be off slightly but she could still slightly see. She knew enough to tell she was back at the temple but knew for sure this was not her room no matter that it was a cave much like her own. She glanced around, trying to remember who's room this was when her glowing pupil less eyes that resembled ice on a frozen lake stopped on the gray shards near her. Her gaze turned water, tears flowing freely as she reached her hands out and carefully picking up each piece as though it was the greatest most precious thing in this world. 
Aqua would not scoop Howlite, she never deserved such treatment or such a death. She hugged the shards to her for a second before bubbling Howlite but she would not send her with the other bubbles since she knew her safe place was more fitting. She would talk to the others about a more permenant place when the sadness, pain, and grief settled but for now they needed her so she could help them past this. She could be the shoulder for them to cry on or just there is they needed it. 
Aquamarine was glad that Howlite had been placed with her in...well she wasn't sure what that was..
[i]Is this a bowl or...what the heck? A skull? But it is flat...oh it's a mask...at least I know who's room I am in now..[/i]
Their was only one out of her younglings who would don on a scary mask...Spinel. She didn't see the clear gem anywhere in sight though so maybe her being here was only to give Aqua's gem some safety but from what? She stood up, confused as she wandered around the room trying to find the door, not even bothering to take in her appearance and forgetting about the changes she would have gone through as she focused on getting to the others. She felt herself weakly stumble now and then but didn't care as she pushed onward, sprinting to the door when she saw it and let it open up for her. 
She was now visible to all, her hair stiff as if out in a snow storm for far too long, cracks on random part of her body and ice crystal trying to push out of some. The icy eyes looked around as she leaned on the wall slightly for support as she took note of a few missing gems and the addition to one gem she hadn't thought would be there but explained why she had been tucked away.

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Aquamarine questioned frantically only to have her eyes for a bit wide and touched her throat, frowning at the garbled mixed up echoing mess.