Ashelia turned around, startled. She pulled her hand from the crystal, bringing it to her sternum in a moment of unchecked vulnerability. You fool, something on the loose attacking moogles and you shut out the world to commune with a large rock.

Good thing it was just Marshal Nevada.

She clenched her jaw, slightly embarrassed, but quickly settled into a stance Sparks would have been familiar with by now; straight-backed, confident, arms crossed. "I'm quite fine."