She finds herself agreeing despite the pang of guilt that clenches deep in her chest. Before any of it, she would have no qualms with consigning these humans to their watery fate, no matter how many of them there may be. But since discovering Steven she's found herself - less willing.

"We could," she says, unable to keep the note of resignation from her voice. She's loathe to admit it, but - "but this place - it's done something to me. I used to be stronger than this."

It's worse, almost, than her gem being cracked. At least then her discomfort and her failure had a source, something she could fix or heal. Here, there is no indication of who or what may have sapped her power from her. It's simply gone.