Emilia looked up at Lystra for a moment, and shook her head. "Half of us are still asleep, and Gremma's hut is farther away from Fuso's than most.. I can go fetch her, though-" Emilia paused and looked towards Fuso's wife, who'd been fast asleep through the entire ordeal. Her sickness seemed to be more serious than one might've thought at a first glance, but there wasn't much that the local doctors could do about what they didn't quite understand. "I'm sure she'll be fine!.. Truth is, I'd rather stay here with you."

	"It's not broken," one man barked, pressing into Lystra's wrist with his thumb, "I'm [i]surprised[/i] that it isn't broken, really. You have some uncanny tenacity, Lystra." Fuso rolled towards Lystra and glared at the girl's arm curiously.

	"Fuso! Please, don't move," A woman begged from the opposite side. Fuso ignored her and scanned Lystra's body curiously, eventually fixating on her shield. He didn't witness what she'd done, but based on that fact that she was still standing, and had been negligibly injured, he inferred that she was indeed the one who had fended Zelriane off, all on her own. The idea struck him like a ton of bricks. Just how could she have done such a thing?

	Lystra felt a warmth crawl up her arm, from within the depths of her shield, as the man in front of her began to wrap her free wrist. It was similar to what she'd felt earlier, but had a different tone to it. It almost felt like something was calling out to her. Something... [i]Alive.[/i]

	"Lystra," Fuso wheezed, trying to catch the girl's attention from where he was laying.