Both Azurael and Damien immediately stopped what the were doing.

Damien did not show his worry, but on the inside he was scared - he was that scared he could feel the contents of his guts roiling.

Azurael had adopted a rigid sitting posture and her hands tightly gripped the armrests on her chair. Her knuckles were white. In fact, Azurael's face was also white with fear.

Sasha was safe in her room and only suffered minor whiplash.

Damien also suffered the same injuries.

Azurael was not conscious - this wasn't because of the landing. It was fear.

"Um, sir?" Damien asked, gesturing towards Azurael.