They stared at her in shock, for that was not something that any of them were expecting, and it made Nova's mind race with questions, more than before and for the first time in a while, he did not know what to do, what to make of the situation that he now found himself in.
'Could she be a friend or foe?' The first thing that came to mind as he stared at her unconscious form, and his eyes narrowed. Then he exchanged glances with the others, who were all wearing very similar expressions at the time.
Sarn snapped out of it and looked at Nova, his voice lowering to a whisper. "What the hell…"
Dravon stepped closer, cautious, scanning her from a distance, and his eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of what was really going on, but it was hard. "She's not… dead, not yet at least."
"No, she is not," Nova muttered. "She is breathing. Barely."
