Breathing heavily and unable to focus on anything, she starts to shake lightly, falling onto her side, half sub-merged in water. An ice bubble forms around her nose and mouth, assuring that she won't choke and die on the grimy water. The amethyst mark starts spreading up her arm and she cries out in pain, grasping her arm and writhing slightly. A blinding white flash of light fills the room as she tries to force the marking back. She lay there for a couple minutes, finally twitching a little. She gets up, though only to her knees, seeing as she was still weak from losing blood, which wasn't much of a big deal for her. Looking down at her arm, she stares at the black blood, unsure of what she's going to do next. "Wait, someone still needs to go after the other-!" She starts to say, but stops, realizing that he might've all ready gotten away.