Living In Color
So they'd be safe, at least. Iris let out a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was a stressful ride to the enemy ship. Especially after.. Her eyes fell once they were in the shuttle, staring down at the floor. She hesitated again. After all that she'd been taught, she hesitated. Worse, it got Mathieu Brion hurt. Her gaze fell on the larger figure again, watching him in silence.
Even the colors around him hurt. She frowned deeper. She could see the hurt. Wait, no. That wasn't something she could see before. Curiosity filled her gaze instead of the disappointment and frustration that had built. Without a word or explanation she reached out. Why could she see these colors? Her hands settled on his back. If she could see it, then..? The calming effect she used to relax the children she reached out with again. The effect was different. Rather than calm, she touched on the colors of pain. Of hurt. And changed them. Blending them with the Light she could bring out.
Healing him.
She didn't have an answer for what happened. She pulled her hand away, peering at her hands.
Then they arrived. No time to wait or think. She closed her hand before taking up her blade to follow after Valery Noble . Her blade reignited as the way blasted open and once more she became the shield. This time for the soldiers behind her. Her blade flashed through the air, smacking away the blaster fire incoming. She wasn't skilled enough to deflect the shots back, but she could and did at least knock the blasts away harmlessly.