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Barrier was up, movement was steady...the unease and anxiety had started to even out into a level feeling, no longer jagged spikes that drove into the girl's head in erratic movements. One moment a spot of hope, the next a chilling sensation of understanding that she was making a mistake. She visualized the dome of pink safety, murmured the hushed incantation, knew that if they appeared, they could be safe from the wind and rain. If a hostile was there, at least they would have a enough time to make a quick escape with the barrier in place. Protection. Warmth that didn't belong to her, and the brunette understood it. 

She understood that even when the world fell apart.

Countless thoughts of what could go wrong and how to fix them, and Siena knew that none of them mattered as she felt herself falling. [i]Falling again.[/i] The Arbiter didn't have time to gasp, didn't have enough surprise in her body to take in a sharp breath as things fell apart, and she knew--[i]she knew[/i]--something was wrong as a harsh jerk ripped the feeling of fabric away from her fingers. As her eyes widened and a battalion of thoughts and fears rose with banners raised high through the haze of pink and purple. She could make a jump, save herself, but the girl knew that what her mind demanded and what she would do had a clear divide in that instant. She could save [i]herself[/i], but in that exact moment, there was no way that she could save--

"[color=ff57ff]Bre--![/color]"

Her voice shredded the thoughts, a wild beast that reminded the girl why she was there before her vision suddenly shattered into starlight and fireworks. 

Hurt. It hurt. It hurt, it hurt. 

[i]Where are you now?[/i]

Eyes opened, still pink, still running on the names that she had drawn, a need to [i]protect[/i] rooting itself deep, tearing through things like survival and rational thought, but it did not last and

[i]It hurts.[/i]

she felt bitter, brutal pain try to rip that away as her fight or flight responses started to come up like weeds through concrete. Another flash of light tore through the room and Siena knew they could not stay. Move. [i]Move, move, move[/i]! But her shoulder screeched in agony, her ankle bellowed in protest, and everything was [i]hurting[/i] and it as [i]pain[/i] and

[i]The fifth time she'd taken his name, Siena had come to realize that she was clinging to pain the same way a child clung to a blanket. A level of security in its presence around her, near her, on her, and the brunette understood that something was inherently wrong with it, with her. She didn't know how to explain it, only understood that when things hurt, when she hurt, when someone was in pain, it wove a beautiful tapestry of sensations that she wanted to feel, to pick apart and recreate, even if it had to be from her own body. Again. And again. And again.[/i]

it was not right, so she grimaced, knew she could not afford to do things slowly as she stayed low to the ground, the disgustingly calm part of her head running through the reality of the situation. She was injured, enemies knew where they were, even if they could not see. Hostiles present, [i]it hurts[/i], her shoulder felt wrong--separated? Dislocated? Gerwulf had shown her how to reduce a shoulder before, his own joints easier to disfigure than they should have been. Could she do that alone?--and her ankle was swelling, a throbbing discomfort that threatened to grow into something more. Too many things at once, but they all pointed to the same thing.

Rescuing Gregory couldn't be their priority.