Sinora sat in a meditative position to the side of the ship, unmoving even before the attack. For unlike the rest, she weren't a fighter, instead focusing the light to aid the rest, giving them additional strength and healing their wounds. She could of course handle herself if needed, but she believed this to be significantly more useful. A single drop of sweat rolled down her forehead, as Miriallia was surrounded by a white light, bolstering her strength, and stamina.