Dumbfounded, she looked on at her running to Prince Zabraxas’s side, barking orders in Zebrikaans that the shocked honourguards obeyed after a momentary delay. She grimaced as she fed a small thread of magic into his prone body, the display serving as the push she needed to do the same to Prince Zakurai. Gritting through the crawling, dull ache that his drain on her magic caused, she was nevertheless pleased to see the injured Prince stir beneath her, his groan becoming relieved instead of merely painful. His eyes became focused and lively once more, though he winced and hissed with pain as he clutched his head before his eyes drew up towards Twilight’s.