Although Cyana flew through as rapidly as she could, she was paying close enough attention to find her friends.  Having the shapely young woman come over let Cyana swoop down to a halt, pausing nearby.  "Yuka?" she asked, her voice distorted by her suit, even though some degree of respect and appreciation could be picked up as Cyana looked her over.  "Will you be alright?  If you need to stop fighting, it's alright, or someone might be able to heal you."<br/><br/>Her wings bent to catch the air as she dropped down to stand next to her friend.  "An extremely powerful bishonen man, I'm guessing the leader of Ragnarok, killed the leader of Orpheus.  Then he broke Mizuru's dark form, stuck her on a cross, and told me that we'd have sixty minutes to get together and defeat the nasty thing he left behind, or she'd die."<br/><br/>Thanks to Makoto's telepathic contact, the helplessness which Asuka felt showed through strongly.  She hated how they were just playing with her, how she had to go and find everyone to get people together.  It brought her such pain that she could have so much power and still not seem to be nearly strong enough.  She didn't really understand yet that her thoughts were transmitting to the rest of the group, leaving her mind in the rapid phantasmagoria not unlike passing a large number of billboards while riding a bullet train.<br/><br/>As she looked at Yuka and all the injuries, though, she couldn't help but worry.  "Are you going to be alright?" she asked.  "Maybe I should just fly you to the infirmary."  Makoto was still adjusting; Asuka found herself wondering if Yuka was having as much difficulty.  Asuka had at least had a few hours to prepare and learn about her talents before being thrown into a situation.  "If you're feeling up to it, it's the third door down, that hallway, two rights, a left and another right."  She pointed the way.  "Makoto will be able to show you.  If you're not ready, though, don't push yourself."