With Ellora still on the ground, violently shaking from all that had transpired, it took everything in her willpower not to completely jump out of her skin when Sig loomed over her in his intimidating fashion, chastising her for the spell. Another cry did manage to escape her throat when he raised his voice at “WHY!?” as her trembling hands reached up to her face, her whole body curling in on itself like an armadillo rolling up into a ball...except she wasn’t as flexible nor as armored, so her attempt was much less successful, just lying on the ground in the fetal position, afraid to look him in the eye. Afraid to even move.<br/><br/>Ellora is not a fighter. She always avoided confrontation. She never ventured to places she knew for a fact were dangerous. Then, the one time she slipped on that last rule, trying to get away from home and popping into the first place she spotted, she found herself being leered at by an alien who was hoping to eat her for his dinner...or perhaps for something else. She didn’t know. All she knew was that if she hadn’t crossed paths with Irakan, there was no way she’d have been able to walk out of that situation unscathed. That didn’t stop the effects of it, though, to wrack her brain with terror of the possibility. So, she didn’t move. She stayed there, on the ground, crawling to hide under a nearby table and just try to calm her nerves, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing, as there was nothing else she could see herself doing to aid her situation.