Dia sunk further back around the corner as another boy appeared. A very noticeable chill began to seep from her.

That was the problem with young elementalists. It was too easy to get hurt.

[I] And if they get hurt, I can't do anything. I don't know enough. The patterns of muscle memory of ingrained knowledge doesn't exist. I don't know what the new one does. Light, at least, is less likely to have an accident early on. Greenhouse.... So, is the new one an Earth? Most likely... Unless he's a Unique, like myself. So many variables to the pattern. I don't have enough information. Should I get involved? Talk? No. No. No. Can't do that. Too few patterns. Not enough structure. [/I]

She let out a little involuntary noise as her anxiety climbed, and she began seriously considering running away from the scene.