After they reached the lake once more, Larea quickly and eagerly threw her sandals off, walking over to the sand and plopping herself down. She stretched her feet out and let them rest, being careful to make sure that her robes covered the entirety of her legs. She relaxed back onto her hands and stared out at the lake, enjoying the fresh, crisp air and the fantastic view.<br/>After a few minutes, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to get up and take a quick look around the beach. It was mostly sand, sand, and more sand, although today something felt.. off. She kept looking around, trying to pinpoint what it was in her head, but for a while she had no luck. Eventually, her eyes passed over a spot of sand that seemed a bit unnatural. She walked over to it and got on her hands and knees for closer examination; it was hard to make out, but after a few moments she realized it was the spot from last night, where she had gone through another spontaneous attack.<br/>She mulled this over in her thoughts a little, her mind shifting into detective mode. It was late at night that they were here, and she remembered the water being close enough for her to touch it just before she had her attack. She turned her head to the side, intending to look at the water; and that's when she realized it. The water level last night had been close to this very spot, and yet looking at it now, it was significantly lower, far more than was natural in a day's time, no matter what the circumstances.<br/>She stared dumbfounded for a few moments, unsure of what exactly she had just found, before quickly making her way over to the water line, still on her hands and knees. Unfortunately, her one-track mind caused the position of Sigrun's halberd to go completely unnoticed, until she felt a sharp pain in her right palm. She gasped in a mixture of surprise and pain and jumped away from the source, pulling her hand up off the sand as quickly as she could; she had set her hand directly onto the blade of the knight's weapon, and had a rather large, crimson gash in her palm to prove it, along with a bright red gleam on the halberd's blade, and a few flecks of blood mixing in with the sand.<br/>The pain was practically nothing compared to the attacks she had gone through the past two nights, but it was also a much more immediate and sharp experience, and she could already feel the tears starting to form. It was times like these that Larea despised being unable to speak; she tried desperately to keep the blood from falling onto her robe, although the blurring vision from the tears and her increased heart rate and breathing speed didn't help the endeavor at all. Her eyes darted back and forth between what she assumed where her three companions, a pleading look overtaking her face as the sand below her arm mottled together with a reddish tinge.