As she cuddled Echo, she could feel herself calm down despite the ongoing commotion. Cries filled the air. The panic spreading. Alya's mind calmed despite the negativity, her mental fortitude becoming that of iron. Music couldn't solve anything in this situation. Thus she decided to use the skills that she had learnt from Lyle, to help those who had been injured and she could see that many were. She hastily grabbed her leather bag and flute from the base of the stump on which she sat. She stood up and walked against the panicked crowd. She saw some people sitting down with their backs leaning against the abandoned stalls, their wounds fresh with blood. 

She ran over to one of them, but she was greeted by an oncoming crowd of bodies. After some struggles she managed to reach the wounded man. He looked at her in surprise as she hurriedly brought out a leather skin, some rags and her needle and thread. Alya calmly cleaned the man's wounds with the honey and lavender liquid in the skin before stitching it carefully. When she had finished tending to the man's wounds, she gave him a warm smile. Before he could thank her, she had already made her way to another wounded person.

In the back of her mind, all she could think about was the magic that she had felt before, a magic that was most certainly linked to her music. When all of this was over, she was definitely going to search for that feeling again.