Edie does likewise, although she does note the kid who was beside the doorway. "Are you the person we were talking to?"

"Yeah. Are they going to be okay?" he asks, frowning in concern.

"Physically, yes. Mentally--they've been through a traumatic experience. How well they hold up depends a lot on them." She glances at him again. "...How much of this did you organize?"

"Some," he admits. "We weren't sure Janine made it - her team came back unconscious."

"She did, thankfully. She's at our house right now." Healing someone by Si Vales Valeo doesn't take a long time--they're down to bruise guy. Edie heals him. Edie catches Emily's eye, and glances meaningfully at the kid.

"...You think so? Yeah, I can see it. Mercurial Metal Manipulation." A tendril of probably-steel, presumably from one of the guards, flows over and forms up into a rectangle about the size of a business card with an email address engraved on it. She hands it to him. "Give us a ring in a couple of years, okay? It's always best to have a mentor when you're just starting out."

"...What?" he says, warily accepting the card.

"Edie thinks you're getting magic when you're old enough. I don't disagree."

"...I'm not a girl," he points out, in case they hadn't noticed.

"Not everyone who gets magic is. Magical Boys are rarer, but they exist."

"I guess," he says dubiously.

"You'll see. Was that everyone who was hurt, or just the worst?"

"Anybody else injured?" the kid calls into the crowd, and a few people come forward with bumps and bruises and one twisted ankle.

Twisted ankle gets dealt with first because that could actually be an impediment, but healing for everyone. "Is there any particular reason that any of you know of for not just getting out right now?"

General headshaking.

"I'll go in front and my sister can take the rear in case we run into guards."

The kid nods; so do several other people. The kidnappees organize themselves into a procession and prepare to follow Edie through the maze.

Unfortunately they can't keep the sides covered, but she is very careful about looking both ways whenever they cross an intersection.

There are no conscious guards waiting for them on the way. A few unconscious ones.

"You must have met Star," says the short girl standing at the maze entrance holding a pair of honest-to-God lightsabers.

Her costume is very reminiscent of the assassin's, but with a slightly more elaborate design, a colour scheme favouring deep blue rather than black, and paired moon and sun symbols instead of a set of stars. Also, she is glowing with a fierce silver-edged golden light that silently sings of help and healing and heroism.

"My sister and I were fighting the guy who set this place up when she killed him. Nice aura, by the way."

"We actually thought we had set it off somehow until we met your twin. It's possible if we had known that we would have just kept sneaking instead of starting to smite the walls."

"Oh, are they smiteable? That's convenient. Well, I was going to go in after the prisoners, but you beat me to it, so I guess I'm waiting here until Star either collapses that mess or comes out asking for help."