There's no consistency between the sizes of different pieces of rubble. Allura takes it upon herself to heave the largest pieces out of the way, using the siphoned energy to move more than what a human her size should be able to.

While that's not a problem, ever since she's returned to her body, she's been able to feel the tingling of that energy burning inside her, like little pinpricks through her arms. If she didn't release it soon, then it would grow into far more intense pain.

But she could hold on longer. She had to, or so she told herself. After all, there was still so much work to be done, and people suffering far worse.

They manage to uncover the victim: A teenager, breathing shallow breaths, only able to murmur something incomprehensible to the two of them. And still, unfortunately, pinned under the debris from the waist down.

"Start treating him, and I'll see if I can free his legs."