Sheena's barely even aware of the rest of the camp as she finds Zelos, his ether lines bright in the darkness. She rests her hands on his shoulders as she inspects him like she expects there to be some physical sign of whatever the fuck that was, but when there's nothing obvious she starts to relax, not letting go.

"What the fuck was that," she manages, breathing still rough and uneven from her panic. "You okay?" He's not, and it's obvious, with the way their emotional link might just as well be a shared scream, but-- it's all she can do to ask, for the moment, lost as she is.