<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi took one look at his sister’s face and didn’t even have to ask, pulling her tightly and protectively into his arms. She was unscathed, but something had really shaken her.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla pushed him away gently, sinking down onto the couch in their study, Alexi sitting down beside her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;Later&gt;</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she knew he’d know what that meant.  Shakily, she held out her hand for the glass, emptying it in one quick gulp, getting a raised eyebrow from her brother. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>“I’m sorry….” </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she mumbled, still shaken from the experience. And she’d hurt him. Though that he at least seemed more impressed with.</span>