Ernest resisted her urge to freeze, knowing that anyone who stopped moving immediately after a shout like that would be noticed. Still, she glanced about to see if anyone thought he might be talking to her. She spotted Noland, slipping through the crowd in her direction, and wandered a few feet to the left, still keeping her eyes open.
She paused, suddenly. What was she hiding from? The man whom she'd healed was right. She ought to help people, if she could. But, if she was quite honest with herself, she was afraid. She was afraid that they would notice her, or remember her. At that, she almost laughed out loud. She had always wanted to be someone important, but now the thought scared her. People might talk. Stories would spread, if she let them.
It didn't matter. She realized it suddenly. One couldn't calculate the value of a man's life like that. If she could save someone, she had to. The next question, though, was if she could. Unconsciously, Ernest could do magic much more easily than if she had to consciously attempt it. She had to try, though.
Slipping through the crowd, she tried to summon her magic. She reached for it, hating the way she had to fight to control it. Power hummed through her body, and her hands glowed slightly brighter. She saw another man, unnoticed, but badly injured, and walked up next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder as she had to the last one. She felt the sudden decrease in her strength and moved on, hoping the man would be alright and knowing inwardly he would. She repeated this process two more times, trying to make sure no one saw her as she did so.
As she slid away from the last soldier, she knew she couldn't handle any more. Even a few healings had left her exhausted. But there were still so many people. One more, she told herself. You can save one more. There was a soldier kneeling, with his back to her, and she reached out and laid one hand on his back, healing the stab wound through his heart.
The strength needed to push through the crowd was almost too much, but she knew she had to. In her foggy mind, she couldn't remember why, but she knew it was important. She rested against the side of one of the nearby buildings, watching the dark spots no one else seemed to see. That's nice, she thought. She glanced down and noticed that her hands were glowing like lamps. That's nice, too. Somewhere in her mind, she had the vague idea that was bad, but it didn't really strike her as noteworthy.