With the danger—if not the tension—of the situation apparently dying down, Ariett slipped out from under the car's protection to crouch behind Kael's shield, dragging her backpack along with her. She poked her head out the side and looked at Fortune and Amélie; from what she'd seen they'd been struck by the same material that had sealed her shoulder-blade, though they seemed to have kept it largely away from their skin.

"Are either of you hurt?" She noticed that the girl was holding her shirt away from her chest, as if it might prick her, so she crept out from behind the shield with a nod of thanks at the boy and approached Amélie, pulling a blanket from her pack. "You can cover yourself with this if you need to get that shirt off. I've also got some spare clothes in here."