[Helena's walking down the stairs from the deck, gloved hands on hips. There's a strange sensation, something happening to her feet, to the dead digits there -- like someone's working her. But of course, no one has hands on her. The sensation grows as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, almost becoming unbearable, a fizzing, tingling feeling where the flesh had died on her bones. When she rounds the corner, there's only one person in sight and she calls out to Vin in an almost-gasp:]
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What are you doing to me?