Penny didn't even have time to help Wyatt. Okay, so maybe he had been right. But that didn't mean that she wasn't glad she came. At least she could see for herself that he was fine instead of worrying. Plus she could help the victims. She was good at that, mostly because she could tell what they were feeling. It was much easier to talk to someone when you knew what they were feeling.
She followed her empathy to a corner where some pieces of the ceiling had fallen on the innocents. Moving toward the corner, Penny lifted her hand and waved it. "Plywood." A bit of blue sparkly light and the board flew across the room, hitting an empty wall and crashing to the ground. Penny knelt down. They were just kids. Or at least, they looked like just kids. They felt powerful, but scared out of their wits. "You're okay. That's my cousin Wyatt, he's pretty good at taking care of the bad guys." They couldn't have been more than eight. And so powerful. Why did it feel like they were feeling guilty?
Penthea glanced over her shoulder as Wyatt finished up. "I think we should take them to your mom and dad." Uncle Leo knew everything about everyone, and for the most part Pen could never figure it out. He was just that smart or something.