[ While she expected people to come running - that was the point, after all, of her being kidnapped in the first place - she hadn't thought that so many people would come at once. For a long moment she can't quite focus on what any of them are saying or what is going on; the only thing that her mind can focus on is the horrific pain that's flooding her hand, the pulse of the explosion and the Anchor wildly out of control. It's not going to kill her, she hopes, but it's enough to leave her hurting and that has her collapsed onto her knees, her arms bent awkwardly behind her.

When Riona frees her hands she falls forward, gripping the wrist below the Anchor with shaking hands. The urge to curl around herself and cry is overpowering, but she refuses to break down in front of near strangers. She is the Inquisitor, she is of Clan Lavellan, and she holds herself high because she has never had any choice. Slowly, she shifts up onto her knees, swallowing the urge to cry out again as she shakes her head. ]

The Vieziri keep people for blood sacrifices. I wanted to make sure that people could find where they were and help get them get back to their homes.

[ She hadn't imagined that the explosion would be as devastating as it has been, but the last few times she used the Anchor it had only been her and a few people at her side. It's obviously dangerous, and she knows she has to make sure that she doesn't let it build up as much as it did this time. Discharging it is painful, but in the long run? It could save lives. Glancing at Zevran, she smiles wryly. ]

The green light was the Anchor. It's a discharge of it's power, and it causes an explosion like that. Don't worry - you're all safe.

[ For now. If it builds up again she'll just have to slip away and take care of it, easily done. Shifting, she looks around, trying to see if she can find herself a weapon. ]

I'm fine, don't worry, we need to look for survivors - [ Even as she moves she winces, but it's fine. She doesn't care. She has to move. ]