Looking over who is gathered in the shelter that Maxwell found, Adella makes a few observations. She and Maxwell both have strange flames hovering over them, making their location obvious, as if the glowing hand didn't already give them away. She thought she'd seen them over Dorian earlier as well, though they seemed to be gone, now.

She'd also noticed when they'd been watching the sky two persistent glowing marks, hovering above them, as well as others far off. She steps outside into the evening while the others talk, looking up at the sky again, and noting the location of their bright little dots, silently counting the others. She hadn't realized how many people had power, before.

"They're making us easier to hunt," she murmurs softly to herself, squinting her eyes up at the sky.