It was a bit of a testament to how distraught and entirely out of her element Zen had become, that her desperate thrash had caught the man so squarely and sent him sailing - she'd only intended to give herself a big lurch, away from the pain his hands were forcing into her and toward the silent and waiting tank upon the stage. "Sweet Sedna..." she breathed, wide-eyed. "Mr. Paige, are you okay?"<br/><br/>But her concern was clearly too late, judging by the fury flashing in his eyes as he began to pick himself up, and she let out a quiet chitter of fear before rolling and beginning to lump forward along the floor, hands pulling her along, tail bunching and pushing hard to try to launch her toward the stage and the relative safety of the tank.<br/><br/><hr/>Pain was a virtual unknown in the shining realms from which Gabrielle had descended to make plea with this dark creature, and her reaction to it was strange; rather than screaming, squirming, she began to simply gasp for breath after she pleaded with him to stop, and somehow the tears that sprung to her eyes as he seared the print of his hands black and crackling into his arms were not for the suffering she was undergoing. The way her eyes held his... they seemed to pity him.<br/><br/>Her gaze fell from his as he laughter, holding herself trembling yet still as his fingers traced the edges of those singed handprints. "It is for His sake to help and save you that He allows you to hold me," she said softly as his heated fingertips traced up her cloud-pale skin. "I am forever His - and if your give me this harm, it is because He willed it."<br/><br/>Wide eyes lifted once more as he took hold of the soft material of her gown; as if even that had been fashioned of something otherworldly, it was cool under his hot touch. "You can never take me from Him; but you can go to His grace with me, and even this He will forgive."