"You th-th-th-think?" Georgia replied through chattering teeth. She had just been looking for whatever fire she'd been warned about when suddenly the fox had showed up to drag her off. She'd started to explain that, no, hold on a minute, there might be another enemy in the castle when she'd been abruptly frozen.

Good news, though. [i]She'd found the fire[/i].

She had to give this situation one positive, that poor kid turning this room into a blast furnace was probably saving her from frostbite. It was a great positive, considering it was the only one she could see. Only the weird shields that Tocsax had thrown up was preventing everyone on the deck from being incinerated. For a second she wondered what exactly Tox planned for her to do about that, but considering how much they already knew about her they'd probably seen that she'd dealt with this before.

This wasn't magic, after all. Even with the slight, basic senses that came from just training your third eye until it opens she could feel that this was psychokinetic energy. It was with a shock she realized that this was the kid that had been broadcasting his emotions during the battle. You occasionally got kids in situations like this back home: hurt, confused, stressed, and letting those emotions lash out in all directions. You couldn't talk to kids when they were like this, at least not with your mouth. To disrupt and diffuse the storm of emotion that caused this outpouring of power you had to go right to the mind.

"Damn it, I'm not an empath. I'm not trained for this!" She said, scowling. She cleared her mind, taking deep breaths to try and breath out all the stress and anger at...just...thus whole situation! She couldn't have that. All she could do was use an emotion as a hammer here, she couldn't have any of that crud clinging to it and distorting the message. Amid the cracking head she slowly sat down, cross legged, on the floor and focused on a single memory.

It was hot. It was always hot under the earth, the entire world trapped in a perpetual muggy summer. She walked sluggishly down the metal walkway, looking up as people much taller than her walked in much the same way. Some injured. Some emaciated. All so, so tired, and mingling with the starving masses that comprised what was left of the human race were other faces. The faces of monsters. Big, round, and grey. Sharp and green. The monsters would grab people, take them away. Georgia thought they were being taken as food, but she honestly didn't care anymore. There was nowhere left to run anyway even if she had the strength too.

A monster stopped in front of her. It looked like a human, but it didn't fool her. She'd seen them before. Seen them enough that she could tell. His lips were too tight, his eyes to wide. He reached down and took her by the shoulder and his hands were cold. This was it, she thought as the lizard in human skin picked her up and whisked her away. It didn't matter. She was ready for it. 

Then he pulled a bottle of water from his pack and slowly lifted it to her lips. She drank greedily, as though she had been stumbling through a desert for years, and she heard the lizard say something. She didn't remember exactly what he'd said, because it had probably been comically inappropriate considering who he was, but even then she'd understood the meaning. 

[i]You're safe now, little sister.[/i]

So, for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself pass out and sleep soundly in the arms of this monster. A small ship, storm ravaged and weary, finally pulling into port.

Georgia breathed out, sharpening that feeling to a razers edge, and broudcast that sense of [i]Safe[/i] as loudly as she could. It wasn't a suggestion, or a compulsion, or even a conversation. She wasn't able to do that. She was just sharing a feeling. A lighthouse offering its beacon, ready to guide a lost ship into port. 

[@Double]