[Athilea Majiri]

She could hear the gasps and mummers of those around her as they pointed to Mazin. Her head turned towards him, and she carefully moved forward. Other players told her not to bother with him. The woman ignored them as she knelt by his side. This is where things were a bit trickier for her. She could find the body easy enough, but figuring out what had happened was a bit harder.

Quickly she worked, letting her hands hover over him and slowly trying to find where the pain had come. It was difficult. She started to think that it was not something that had happened within the game. The question was, then, if she could help him at all. Even so, she tried to heal the man that lay on the ground before proceeding to find out where he had logged in from.

Maybe someone else was there, maybe they were not...then...just as suddenly. She screamed out and fell to the ground herself. Her movements had not changed much in the chair she was sitting on. Her fingers gripped the arms, nails nearly tearing into the leather. Pain shot through her. She managed to think that this might be a short, a problem in the game. Perhaps she could fix it. Then, darkness took her.

Calonia lay in a heap next to Mazin. Her own face painted with pain. Aside from the in game breeze rustling through along her skirts, and through her hair, there was no movement from her.