Shie looked at him for a moment, finishing most of her water before shaking her head. "No. No, there aren't many of us." Contemplating the glass in her hands, she forced herself back in her memories to when she first learned that her own body was a weapon.<br/><br/>"It was a few years ago. Maybe three or four. I can't remember the date, but I can remember what happened. I was with... With Tsai, the man who used to do repairs around here. We were down by the Jade," she motioned toward the river, "finding clay for some project he was doing. It was getting dark, so it must have been evening.<br/><br/>"We couldn't see after awhile. Clay is easy to find when you're groping around, but good clay is very hard to find even when your eyes are open. So he kept trying to use some flint to light a bundle of sticks to use as a torch." She refilled her glass, hand shaking. Water splashed around the table which she mopped up with her sleeve. "He was getting irritated. Almost angry, really. Kept muttering and swearing and I kept praying that I could do something to help him.<br/><br/>"I prayed and prayed and as I did, my hands began to feel warm. Then they began to tingle and burn. I glanced down and they were glowing." Swallowing another gulp of water, she shook her head, banishing the memories. "Needless to say, since then, I've been trying to figure it out."