Verissa suddenly found herself being swept all about, hearing the rough, loud, scared voice of Asher. The iron grip on her wrist, along with being pulled so hard bodily made her gasp in pain. For the briefest of moments, she was lost in a world of complete confusion, not realizing that her sneaky bit of Shielding might've actually been seen. She found herself looking at his face as he was inspecting her hand, and she could see the genuine fear there. He actually cared about her well-being. 

Then she saw it. The look she'd always been afraid of seeing back in Ebonfort. He knew what she was. Despite what that captain had said on that day she'd found the massacred company, she still lived in fear of people discovering what she was. Her wrist was still in his iron grip, but that mild pain wasn't what brought tears to her eyes. It was fear of what would happen next. Her mind knew that she would be attacked, tortured, killed, at the very least, ripped away from this new world of hers. 

Her chest began rising and falling rapidly, her panic taking over her breath. Her eyes began darting around for an escape, despite Asher still holding onto her. In full fledged panic, she used her other hand and brought forth an instant shield between them, focusing on protecting herself from as much as possible, just as she'd done during the raid. She attempted to yank her hand free, her voice coming in frightened gasps. The shield hovered momentarily, the light lavender that always seemed to be the color of her magic, before fading into invisibility. She could still see it though. It was small, about neck height on Asher, roughly the size of a buckler. She doubt it would stop him but she had no choice. She needed to run, to flee, to hide, anything so that these people wouldn't hunt and kill her.