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It wasn't until she was shaken that Ria's concentration on the spell finally broke. She switched her footing to catch herself from falling at the sudden break in focus. What was once a torrential downpour calmed in mere seconds to a nice relaxing rain; it would clear up soon, but given the amount of latent magic discharged in the atmosphere that could be minutes or an hour. Her eyes shot open and her arms slowly lowered to her sides. It took a moment for her to process what the guy - Asher, her brain reminded her a few seconds too late - was saying. It was over? "[color=Aqua]We won?[/color]" she parroted as her brain fumbled to grasp the concept. The dragon was huge and powerful. No, not dragon - right, from what she read, dragons didn't do that. 

Her gaze swept out past the barricade, her brain only vaguely recognizing Asher said something else, to look at the rubble and death beyond it. The not dragon was turning into specks of light and drifting upward. Dragons didn't do that. Not from anything she read. Maybe Grasidia would have more information to share. When the time was right.

A soft dusting of pink colored her cheeks and a smile touched her lips at Asher's final passing remark. [i][color=Aqua]I actually saved people. I put out the fires. [b]I chose the right spells[/b][/color][/i], she thought to herself. Was it wrong to feel giddy at that moment? With so much destruction around them that she [i]couldn't[/i] prevent, it felt like it should be wrong to be happy about putting out the other fires. That despite not going with her gut to put up walls to prevent further damage, she prevented spreading fires. A shake of her head brought her out of these thoughts. They wouldn't do well to dwell. She'd just let herself feel happy about what she was able to do.

With a little jump, Ria trotted off to follow Asher to the others gathering with Grasidia. She slowed from the slight skipping steps to a more subdued walk as her gaze scanned the members gathered. The smile slowly faded, and her brows pulled together. "[color=Aqua]Luke, where's-[/color]" Her attention turned to Luke, only to spot Felix definitely hurt and definitely unconscious near her brother. The question froze in her throat. 

Rushing those few last steps, Ria knelt beside the boy. She reached out to check his pulse but pulled back sharply and shook her hand. Too hot to the touch. Her head snapped up to Luke first, but her gaze traveled to the others. "[color=Aqua]Where's Gwen? He's burning up. I'm going to try to cool him, but please, someone find Gwen.[/color]" 

She turned her attention back on the boy unconscious before her. She didn't feel strong enough right then to use rejuvenating waters; she'd get the spell off but it would do basically nothing. She'd used too much energy for the storm. Her brain raced through a dozen different options in a few seconds before she summoned up a small bubble of water entrapping air around it. She placed the bubble over Felix's mouth and nose before holding her hands out over his body. Her eyes closed. The rain falling around them pulled toward her hands, collecting to grow larger and larger and encase him in a sphere of water that lifted him off the ground to suspend him in the liquid. The air bubble over his mouth and nose would allow him to keep breathing, and let the water do it's work. 

Her brows furrowed as she concentrated on the water around him. It was growing hot from the heat radiating off him; that wouldn't do. She touched the water and focused on the sensations she felt of diving in the frigid northern seas, the chill of the water; she focused on that memory and forced the water around Felix to chill like the water she thought about. She wasn't sure when, but at some point she'd started shivering. Her skin felt clammy, and it was getting harder to focus on keeping the water around Felix cold.

It wasn't until she gasped for air, not realizing she'd been holding her breath for - well she didn't know when it'd started - that she finally dropped her hands to her sides to catch herself from falling over. Each breath came as a thirsty heave. The shaking didn't stop, and she wasn't entirely sure she could even move one of her hands from being braced beneath her without falling over. Her gaze weakly focused on the unconscious boy before her.

The water encasing Felix would slowly wash away, lowering the boy to the ground rather than violently dumping him. The air bubble around his mouth and nose washed away with the rest of the water to collect in a puddle underneath him.