In the wake of Sin, the ocean calms itself, offering almost no resistance on their approach to Kilika. It should be welcome, but instead it just feels worse than before - a funeral march, bringing them closer and closer to the destruction. Sheena's silent, too, once the singing stops, though she does eventually realize she's leaning against Zelos and straighten herself out with a soft apology.
The rest of the ride she spends curled in on herself, hands tented over the back of her neck, regaining what energy she can for what she'd have to be stupid not to realize is waiting for them. Sinspawn, she can handle, but all the people Sin must have just killed... She hasn't performed a Sending in years, not since (don't think about it now, you can't fall apart here), and she offers up a silent prayer to Martel that her awkward form, learned more from watching her grandfather than from temple instruction, will be good enough on such a wide scale.
The captain calls out when they're a few minutes from shore, the ferry thankfully flat-bottomed and able to drift close even with no docks intact enough for them to moor to, and Sheena pulls herself to her feet, expression grimly determined, as the crew around them readies to make the bare minimum of docking preparations and then help where they can. Sheena swallows hard at the sight laid out before them - the Sinspawn less of an issue than she'd worried about, just a few down the beach that will need to be dealt with but aren't as pressing an issue as the injured and dead laid out in uneven rows, where the survivors had tried to provide what medical care they could. The crew and the few other passengers who'd been on the boat scatter, some making beelines for what might have been their homes until earlier and others for the leftover Sinspawn, and Sheena follows them off the boat, not caring about the shallows she splashes down into as she looks for someone who seems like they're handling things best. She needs to... offer her services as a summoner first, right? Make sure all of the dead are in the same place? Having to do this twice sounds impossible.
It's not too hard to find someone, thankfully - the people still on their feet are few enough. "I'm a summoner," she says, after exchanging hopelessly small greetings. "If you need somebody to... to send the dead, I can do that."
efreet i think??
The rest of the ride she spends curled in on herself, hands tented over the back of her neck, regaining what energy she can for what she'd have to be stupid not to realize is waiting for them. Sinspawn, she can handle, but all the people Sin must have just killed... She hasn't performed a Sending in years, not since (don't think about it now, you can't fall apart here), and she offers up a silent prayer to Martel that her awkward form, learned more from watching her grandfather than from temple instruction, will be good enough on such a wide scale.
The captain calls out when they're a few minutes from shore, the ferry thankfully flat-bottomed and able to drift close even with no docks intact enough for them to moor to, and Sheena pulls herself to her feet, expression grimly determined, as the crew around them readies to make the bare minimum of docking preparations and then help where they can. Sheena swallows hard at the sight laid out before them - the Sinspawn less of an issue than she'd worried about, just a few down the beach that will need to be dealt with but aren't as pressing an issue as the injured and dead laid out in uneven rows, where the survivors had tried to provide what medical care they could. The crew and the few other passengers who'd been on the boat scatter, some making beelines for what might have been their homes until earlier and others for the leftover Sinspawn, and Sheena follows them off the boat, not caring about the shallows she splashes down into as she looks for someone who seems like they're handling things best. She needs to... offer her services as a summoner first, right? Make sure all of the dead are in the same place? Having to do this twice sounds impossible.
It's not too hard to find someone, thankfully - the people still on their feet are few enough. "I'm a summoner," she says, after exchanging hopelessly small greetings. "If you need somebody to... to send the dead, I can do that."