Aya Alayana
Shinto - Bridge
Night Phase
"..."
In the end, the worst case scenario had been avoided, but that didn't mean the red-haired woman didn't still find the situation problematic; there are a number of things to complain about, from having to figure out how to deal with a crying child successfully, to what the hell the spirit had attacked her was and whether or not it was dead, and even where she intended to actually take shelter for the night while also suffering from what was likely a mild concussion, in other words...
Her mood is not the greatest, even so...
---Because the worst has been avoided, her mood is also not the worst it's been either, if anything...
At this point, she just wants to go home and recover; of course, the current setting makes it difficult to tell exactly which direction is which, but thinking about it even through her piercing headache, it doesn't really matter whether they wind up in Miyama or Shinto, of course, the actual homes of herself and the kids were in Miyama, so it was ultimately preferable to get back there if she could manage it, but Shinto was fine as well, if she had to do some 'negotiating' to get everyone a room for the night somewhere, then she had more than enough built up hostility and connections to make it happen even without money, but-!
---If Shinto had one flaw, it was that a certain white-haired member of the Church was most likely in that area around this time; a devil in the shape of a holy woman, a banshee of the worst sort, yes...
She'd have to deal with that person eventually, especially because of what had happened here tonight, but by God, if she had to deal with her tonight, through this haze of pain, well...
---For the sake of both sides, it was probably best avoided; starting a second fire at the Church certainly wouldn't endear her to any hypothetical deities, nor would the Executors be likely to be too pleased, and things would just escalate from there, in other words...
Best to deal with her tomorrow if she can, but for now...
---Putting her foot down on the edge of the makeshift raft, a brief surge of magical energy and heat starts to propel it towards the shore without visible effort from the woman; ordinarily she might have just told everyone to "suck it up and swim," but considering the hell they had all just been put through, she'd shoulder most of the remaining burden to get home, not only that...
This method was simply faster.
At this point, speed was a very appealing thing...
Whichever shore she reached in this haze and after absorbing the fires that remained here at the bridge, she'd either head to the closest of the kid's homes and make everyone crash there, or get creative with her reputation back in town to get a few rooms, whichever it was, it was what it was...
As for Natsu...
"...Battles are scary, so it's natural to be overwhelmed by it the first few times it happens... Just take a deep breath and pull yourself together, we're not out of the woods yet."
...She is not the classical, gentle "older sister."
That's probably why he calls her "aunt," her voice is more firm and commanding than anything else, but strangely...
She's being slightly less cold about it than Kaori is, still...
She fully expected him to pull himself together, a mage is one that will eventually have to stare death in the eyes as they walk it's line.
That is just what it really means to live in the moonlit world.