Astra's eyes widened with a mixture of confusion and, surprisingly, fear. She wanted to leap to her feet in shock and surprise, but the closest she got to that movement was raising her arms ever so slightly.
They trembled in the air, shaking with indecision, as she stared at the innocent little girl like she had seen a ghost. Which was saying something, since a ghost was possessing a suit of armour in the same room as her.
She wanted to lift the girl off, but her arms wouldn't move. She was reminded of the first moments after her first electrical drain, when her body was still violently lashing out with energy against anyone that touched her.
Although she had that condition under control now, she still had that same lingering fear of accidentally hurting or killing the girl just by touching her. It was like a delicate, extremely expensive Fabergé egg that she could crush to a pulp just by squeezing too hard.
