Vara barely had time to react.  While Geraint had been focused on their path forward, she had been fascinated by the way the station looked.  At least...What they could see of it, before the improvised explosive went off.  She was far enough behind him that the force caught her but she was not hurt in the initial blast.  It blew her back though, and she landed with a hard thud, her head knocking against the concrete.  For just a moment, the world went dark.  And then she was blinking and her ears were ringing and she could not remember exactly where she was.<br/><br/>As she pressed up on her arms so she was sitting, she tried to find Geraint, to see if he dodged the blast...But all she saw was the blood-covered creature he had become.  Vara had always assumed that the witches were fully of shit and that there was no such thing as a wolf marked by darkness...The child was just a scapegoat for their dirty work.  Now...It was difficult to deny it.  She pushed through her stunned mind and tried to reach out across the tether they shared, but she was not sure there would be an answer back.<br/><br/>She pushed up to her feet and caught sight of a humanoid shape at the edge of the chem light.  It held a gun, the sort that Vara knew could spray bullets fast and heavy.  She held up her arms and then tried to wave one to calm whatever creature Geraint had become.<br/><br/>“I would not use that if I were you.”  She cautioned the person, who seemed to take it as either a threat or a challenge.  They pointed the gun toward Geraint and Vara was already moving before they could start to pull the trigger, trying to wedge herself in the space between the beast and the gun.  A stupid, impulsive move.<br/><br/>“I mean it!”  She said louder, holding her hands out in front of her. “He will tear you to shreds faster than you can fire that thing...” Somehow, Vara knew she was not bluffing.