[Feeling hands on her causes her to struggle again as she flashes back between her past and the present. Whichever it is, she has less control over her power, relying instead on raw emotion to smash rock and earth on the lava. A rock ends up smashing nearby the both of them as the yellow light starts to intensify. A familiar dull sensation creeps from her feet, one that accompanied a prison of stone. She should control her powers, use them with a calm mind and precision, not lashing out with anger and frustration. She knows its dangerous and she should stop, but now fear is what motivates her as her power slowly starts enveloping her again.
Until a pair of hands grasps hers.
Beast Boy's voice and presence comforts her, and she focuses on his voice. She can stop. She can do this. Beast Boy is OK.
The yellow glow slowly dims as she starts to calm down.]
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Until a pair of hands grasps hers.
Beast Boy's voice and presence comforts her, and she focuses on his voice. She can stop. She can do this. Beast Boy is OK.
The yellow glow slowly dims as she starts to calm down.]