The sound of metal piercing flesh and the feeling of some sort of liquid splashing across her stopped all of Larea's thoughts cold; even for this girl, who had never been in a battle, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. She slowly, unwillingly turned her head to look at the source of the noise, only to see the point of a sword about a foot away from her, shoved through the body of Sigrun. The force of the attack had sent blood splattering across Larea's robes, staining the otherwise white and gold fabric with speckles of red.<br/><br/>If Larea could scream, she would have. Louder than ever before. As it was, she could only watch in horror as the event unfolded; stare, as Sigrun bled to death inches in front of her. Sylph was gone, and though she didn't know how or when it happened, it was easy enough to surmise the answer - or at least it would have been, were her mind in a state where she could think coherently. She could still feel a slight<span style="font-style: italic">something,</span>though.. A fragment of Sylph's energy left behind? She could not say, and more importantly she did not particularly care.<br/><br/>Somehow, Larea found the strength to push herself to her knees and make her way over to kneel beside Sigrun's body. At this point, Zel was already attempting to heal her, though the look on his face was more than enough to tell her how well it was going. Even more incredible was the lack of tears that should have been cascading down Larea's face at that moment. She was devastated at her companions wound, without a doubt; but something was telling her not to cry, that she<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>cry. She gingerly set her hand on top of Sigrun's, who already seemed unconscious, and wrapped her fingers tightly around the knight's, praying for a miracle.