Lyta's head snapped up, suddenly. She felt a spike of something, a pin prick in her mind that she couldn't quite place.

When Zelos mentioned Zack was coming their way, she thought she had a good idea of what it was. Mundanes never failed to broadcast their pain, generally loudly. At least she couldn't actually feel it, if that was what she was feeling.

"I think he's hurt," she said, eyes narrowed. She'd warned him. And if he was badly hurt, they didn't have much to treat the wounds with. She could probably try and block out pain, but it would leave her drained.