There's something very wrong.  Amara knows this before she can even begin to quantify that something.  She stands perfectly still, except for the faintest of shivers -- from summer to winter in an instant, the sweat seeming almost to freeze on her skin.  Only her thoughts still move, quickly, jerkily, in strange directions, as she searches for this wrongness.<br/><br/>This battle is over, no fresh opponents appearing.  They're safe enough for the moment.  She's never drawn or aimed quite so well or so quickly in her life, perhaps, but call that adrenaline.  That's no bad thing, in any case.  Marius-- Marius is looking at her with an expression she's never seen on his face before.  She knows this even out of the corner of her eye, her gaze slowly drifting towards his, pulled somehow.  New, but not wrong.  That's right somehow, perhaps the only truly right thing in her world at the moment.  He looks away, then turns away, sharply, but even that's all right.<br/><br/>The city is wrong, but she expected that.  Of course it would be strange, alien, even terrible, trapped in the bog as it was.  Of course it would frighten her, make her uneasy, all too aware of being in a place unlike any she's seen before.<br/><br/>Then her lips part in a silent gasp.  Her blue eyes, darker now, fix on the pillar, tracing the lines of the carvings.  Pale beneath the tan of summer travelling, she takes a step back, at the last moment catching her bow as it threatens to slip from suddenly numb fingers.  Her other hand reaches for Marius.  She doesn't see him, eyes still held by the column, but she knows he won't be far, knows he'll be there when she needs him.  And she needs him now.<br/><br/>She tries to say something reassuring, dismissive, at least calm -- but the words won't come.  Now she understands that it was nothing alien, nothing new or bizarre that made the world lurch beneath her feet.  It was familiarity.  She knows this ruin, knows it in an inexplicable way that both repels and attracts, and she hugs this sharp impossibility to her tightly, afraid to let go, to let anyone else see how it wounds her...