Shadows for the shy

[Thalia]

Memories glazed her understanding of the present, and behind all that a light growing brighter and brighter, and with it her eyes more and more frightened. Thal remembered snatches of other things but shied away from recognition. She was terrified, but not just of the man who had assaulted her in her own home. His words were nothing but raindrops spattering against a raging river, soon lost; she couldn't concentrate on them even if she'd wanted to. Then a yank to her arm broke the confusion, and a second later the pressure eased and her body fell in a crumpled heap.

The breath whooshed out of her, the world suddenly far dimmer than it had any right to be. Tears blurred her eyes and she shook badly, more inclined to curl into a protective ball than to seek escape. She didn't know what she'd done, nor did she want to. The intruder slumped on the floor like an accusation, and she didn't pause to see how long it would take him to get up. Or if he would. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
The words leaked out with a choke as she tried to scramble up.

[[In case it's unclear, she channeled to protect herself. But nothing more serious than a shove of Air]]