"She's having a surge." Ceara stepped closer to Kaida, whose eyes had gone dissonantly vacant. "Take a deep breath."

"A surge?"

"Power surge. She doesn't have control over hers yet and stress or fear or anger can trigger a response." Ceara skimmed her hand down Kaida's strands. "Rein it in, sister. Take a breath and draw it back into you."

Tristan, pale as snow, grabbed his chest. His gaze ping-ponged from the events to the group. "Power? Power!"

She ...