Freya would have screamed, except her voice was stuck in a strangled whisper, she had no idea if the other girl could even hear her when she said, "I'm not sure how."
She rolled her lower lip between her teeth and jumped to her toes and fell back in a sort of comforting rock. People noticed. They would notice. She wasn't doing anyone any good by denying it. Coming here was a bad idea. She wasn't ready for this type of confrontation. If it could be called one, Freya didn't know. No one seemed to be actively panicking like she was, but people were odd. It was only a matter of time.
"It should have stopped on it's own."
She reached out to touch the quivering glass, wishing it would stop like she wanted it to. Wishing it wasn't being so uncooperative. Wishing her magic was more reliable and worked when she needed it to.