Irhya hisses, kicking the ground ineffectively. "I could've. I just..."

Didn't do enough, probably. Her lips purse as she lets go of a tense sigh. "I can sort of mimic my original abilities, but they're not the same. If it broke through my shields, I can't dull my sense of pain anymore... so maybe it wouldn't have mattered. A solid punch to the gut and that would've been it."

Incidentally, looking over Celliwig sparks a similar tightening in her gut. Before anything else, rubble needs to be cleared away and anything salvageable rescued from beneath it. But her tail twitches irritably behind her, as if she wants to take the large hunks of stone and wood and other miscellaneous objects and throw them at someone.

"...Gods. Maybe it's just that I haven't been humbled like this in a damn long time, but it feels so unfair."