Sheena turns her attention to Zelos when he takes hold of her arm, away from the part of their camp she'd been helping to set up.
It's not much more than a vague pressure in the air to her, a mana signature cousin to the feeling of an oncoming storm, but the way the sun suddenly moves makes it very clear that it's no storm. She chokes a little when Zelos does, unable to look away from that sky. When Zelos goes down, she stumbles, tries to keep her footing on instinct for a second before she goes down with him in what isn't her most dignified moment. She barely even notices.
"C'mon, just breathe," she half-pleads, free hand bracing itself carefully on his other shoulder. "It's--" Well. Is it okay, Sheena? Whatever this is, it's clearly not good. She doesn't process Kratos's words to Anna right away, drowning in the emotional bleed and the oppressively heavy ether in the air, but when Zelos gets up and tries to pull her up too she follows, lets him pull her.
And then Zelos's guilt and horror breaks over her, and it's enough to cut through the worst of it, at least. Sheena swallows hard, tries to put up at least a little of a barrier between the two of them just to regain her composure, even as he lets go of her and starts walking. Towards the too-high sun, like he intends to meet it head on. Fuck.
"Hey, wait for me," she calls, wincing a little to herself as she hurries south after Zelos. Every inch of her limited ether sensitivity, not to mention her survival instincts, is screaming out not to follow, but she's damned if she's going to let Zelos go alone. And with what Kratos had said… If it's a cry for help, it's not like Sheena can ignore it, no matter who it's coming from. She digs into a hidden pocket for a few cards, fanning them out in her hand in preparation. She's not sure what exactly it would take to overpower an Aegis, but it probably involves enough enemies that she'll be better off with her preferred weapons than attempting to take on just one at a time with her knife.
Lloyd's voice pulls her attention away from her preparations, and she looks back as he speaks. "Right," she calls back, with a firm nod. His tone is smooth and even in a way that's not familiar, and she can't say she likes it, but - he's still himself, still present. It's not like how he'd been in the mines. It's… It'll be okay, at least while they get through this. Hopefully. Sheena catches up to Zelos, falling into step next to him.
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It's not much more than a vague pressure in the air to her, a mana signature cousin to the feeling of an oncoming storm, but the way the sun suddenly moves makes it very clear that it's no storm. She chokes a little when Zelos does, unable to look away from that sky. When Zelos goes down, she stumbles, tries to keep her footing on instinct for a second before she goes down with him in what isn't her most dignified moment. She barely even notices.
"C'mon, just breathe," she half-pleads, free hand bracing itself carefully on his other shoulder. "It's--" Well. Is it okay, Sheena? Whatever this is, it's clearly not good. She doesn't process Kratos's words to Anna right away, drowning in the emotional bleed and the oppressively heavy ether in the air, but when Zelos gets up and tries to pull her up too she follows, lets him pull her.
And then Zelos's guilt and horror breaks over her, and it's enough to cut through the worst of it, at least. Sheena swallows hard, tries to put up at least a little of a barrier between the two of them just to regain her composure, even as he lets go of her and starts walking. Towards the too-high sun, like he intends to meet it head on. Fuck.
"Hey, wait for me," she calls, wincing a little to herself as she hurries south after Zelos. Every inch of her limited ether sensitivity, not to mention her survival instincts, is screaming out not to follow, but she's damned if she's going to let Zelos go alone. And with what Kratos had said… If it's a cry for help, it's not like Sheena can ignore it, no matter who it's coming from. She digs into a hidden pocket for a few cards, fanning them out in her hand in preparation. She's not sure what exactly it would take to overpower an Aegis, but it probably involves enough enemies that she'll be better off with her preferred weapons than attempting to take on just one at a time with her knife.
Lloyd's voice pulls her attention away from her preparations, and she looks back as he speaks. "Right," she calls back, with a firm nod. His tone is smooth and even in a way that's not familiar, and she can't say she likes it, but - he's still himself, still present. It's not like how he'd been in the mines. It's… It'll be okay, at least while they get through this. Hopefully. Sheena catches up to Zelos, falling into step next to him.