He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"I should teach you how to do more things than that--what do you want to learn?"
"There's healing, that seems conceivably useful with a small child in the house."
"...And, you know, being a member of a group people feel entitled to assault."
Sigh. She holds up a hand; a cut opens on the tip of the first finger. "Try healing this?"