Sarah remembered the rule of flowing like water rather than resisting like stone, realizing that if she fought the pressure, she would be destroyed. She sent out her own power, strong  but gentle. With her witches power, she could see it flowing out like veins, like Victor's tendrils, seeking out the power that was engulfing the room. She took the screams and the pain into herself and turned them into her gentle power, power that did not seek to destroy, attack or hurt, but a power that protected. Sarah was curious at the manifestation this brother created.<br/><br/>She knew he was drawn by Victor's need and because he came to that need, she knew he was truly a guardian brother. The frozen energy that flowed over and around her stopped over her, surrounding her, probing her. Sarah felt her brains being drawn through her eyes when suddenly it stopped. A sharp pain centered on her mid section, as if she had been stabbed by a scalpel, then it withdrew, leaving only a throbbing ache, but nothing more.<br/><br/>Tears flowed down her cheeks and dropped onto her dress, leaving blood stains. Sarah was surprised by the tears, for she was not crying. The tears were a physiological response to this new presence. Sarah retained her poise, her dignity and never allowed her benign power to waver.<br/><br/><br/>"Victor, I believe we have company." she said with a small smile.