Amelie finds Moira on the beach again, which has never been much of a surprise. This time, she'd felt the magic as she was walking nearby, and the feeling sent a thrill straight to her bones. Amelie's been feeling disassociated from the magic for so long that it's nice to feel it, to sense it, and know that it's still part of her. So she'd followed it, and found Moira laying on the sand looking like the world's just been knocked out of her.

"Moira?" She still can't wrap her head around the whole Marina thing, and her concern for her sister's wellbeing overrides any thought otherwise. "Are you okay?" She kicks off her sandals and hurries down to the water's edge.