Stirred by the energy, insects move, aid in the decomposition, made ravenous by the increase in activity. Pel shakes something from her hand, but it is not interested in her when there is a feast on the ground. Her head bows, her focus narrowing, but the light before her closed eyes grows, makes it clear that this is the culmination of the greatest of Sina's powers, though what others bend toward destruction and warfare, she pours into making this life. That's the thought that makes Pel open her eyes. Her focus will have to be at least a little divided. Sina may not speak or make any sound if her shard acts up, even while this sort of power courses from her.