MORGAYNE & CY.
That shout drew Cyclone's attention as surely as if a deep bell had tolled in the vicinity, rattling her along towards its source. She might have missed it in the tumult and turmoil, one lone voice blending into that of the panicked crowd and rushing water (were those brewing stormclouds and thunder?) — except that Cy had her synergy, and her senses were sharpened and pricked to hear exactly this.
A voice, beneath the building.
"Hang on, I'm on me way!" Cy hurried towards it, slipping and sliding on the pile of rock, occasionally skidding into another slab of plasterboard and skinning the knees of her trousers. Magickally-enhanced Vigilance, yet again, helped the mage pick out a single burst of colour in the darkness: bright red, blood on pale skin, someone caught beneath a fallen storey.
"Don't worry, I'm here, it'll be fine," she rattled off the platitudes as if they meant something, finally sliding to a halt beside the younger girl. Oh, gods. Seeing the scope of her injuries, Cy immediately started weaving a small light between her fingers and passed it along: Bravery, lending strength to the girl pinned like a butterfly on a board.