[ME] (SE) like rats out of a sinking ship

“Couldn’t get them,” Wessex says as Amun tries to prop her up, half-heartedly pushing him away. She couldn’t get Nate and Sam, hasn’t gone for Neron, got side-tracked by Loren and then - how did she get here? Blinking at the few assembled, she wonders where the others are - Osozo and Letha and Evelyn and Mara. Her mind reaches for them even if her hands cannot, but before she can attempt to make any contact with them, she is distracted by someone going up - up - up - A god? The thought blankets her mind as she stares at Amalia, eyes wide and in awe of the not-girl not-god… that is, at least until the water rains down on them. As it is the water that does Wessex damage and not Amalia, the girl isn’t hit by that specific backlash, but the sparks and the little jolts make her feel like she is, without a doubt, under attack. And what does Wessex do when she’s under attack? She reacts. With a roar fueled by surprise and a sense of betrayal, there is a sudden jolt of movement as she calls up the Ascended’s shadows to cover them like half-solid cloaks. But it’s not enough to stop there; god or not-god, it can’t attack them like that and expect to get away with it. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here