Sonia was not so sure how she was supposed to react. Glittering magic in front of her looked unfittingly surreal compared to the depressing scene unfolding on the very same beach they were at. Several wounded sailors could be seen in the distance, and some other, passengers, laid unmoving on the sands. Dead. 

Among them was a woman, running back and forth, calling for a name, presumably her husband's. Her daughter was with her, struggling to keep up with the mother's erratic pace. Despite being overwhelmed by all manners of daze and confusion, exhaustion had not overcome the mother yet, but the same couldn't be said for the daughter, who was on the brink of collapsing anytime now. 

Sonia made her way toward the panicking woman and assured her that they could find her husband easier if she stop panicking and willing to sit it out for a moment. Initially, her words didn't go through her until Sonia pointed out how dangerous it was for the daughter to be dragged around in a such state. 

[color=a187be]"At least let your little girl rest."[/color] she pleaded, [color=a187be]"Can't you see she is not in a condition to follow you around like this?"[/color] 

Sonia had no idea why would she have to raise her voice like this, and such impudency confounded her.