Allana paused her stumbling progress across the room as the presences she’d been able to sense vaguely, dim and distant, warmed suddenly into life like a constellation in the darkness of the warehouse. The chorus of voices that followed was a shaky one but it didn’t seem like anyone was injured or panicking and Allana let out a relieved breath. She could heal, all Jedi could, but she wasn’t anywhere near good enough to heal someone else’s major injury, especially when she was hurt herself, and she had practically no experience in calming someone else down; a byproduct of being the baby of the family was that everyone always seemed to be trying to protect you from their fear or unhappiness. She called back to the first woman who had spoken, “I’m not hurt,” and then continued her stumble across the room towards her aunt’s presence. She’s fine, I didn’t hurt her, I just burned off the tattoo, it couldn’t have really hurt her, she told herself but the reassurance was empty until, finally, Jaina’s presence came into proper focus and she heard her aunt’s voice.
“Here, I’m here. I’m okay.” Allana said quickly in response to her aunt’s worried call as she reached her and lowered herself carefully to the ground. “Just a headache and a lot of annoyance that we apparently still get put on the head of the kidnapping list here,” she added, the levity obviously a bit forced but hopefully still reassuring in that she was calm and uninjured enough to joke. Despite her best intentions, however, she was unable to stop herself from lowering her voice and rushing out, “I’m sorry. I tried to stop it, not to let it get in at all, but I couldn’t--“ she cut off, embarrassed because she should have been able to and realizing that talking about it was only going to upset her control over her emotions. In some ways that made it easier to rush on, to answer the questions the others had asked as best she could.
“I was possessed, just for a few minutes, when we were taken,” she said slowly, trying to think how best to phrase this so as not to incite panic. She had no idea who they were trapped with, what power they had or what they could do if they decided to lash out in fear. “The demon, it…showed me some things,” she paused for a moment, gathered herself, because it had been more than just film-villain gloating about evil plans. The demon had talked about ‘showing’ her some things and then there’d been flashes, brief but concentrated in the way memories were, and for a moment Allana couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her hands together, trying to get off the dried blood that had caked there, trying to erase the perfectly remembered sensation of those hands taking a knife to— she shook her head quickly, made herself go on as calmly as she could. “I think I picked up on why we’re here though I don’t know where we are. I think we’re meant to be hosts for some higher level demons.”
She edged closer to Jaina until their shoulders touched. Kidnapping was almost routine at this point in her life and she wasn’t afraid of a fight, she’d been trained for them since she was a child. Possession though, that was something else. She rubbed her hands together again, scratching at her cuticles , there was no blood but she could remember…I can’t do that again. I won’t.