Between the smell and the horrific sight, Sina suddenly doubles over with a sob that can't be contained. It's too horrible, no doubt the worst thing she's seen since The Incident with Pel and Herian, and it's times like these that it's hard to forget how young she really is. Bless Myr and his spell, which calm her down enough to answer with a tearful "five."
With tears still streaming openly down her face, Sina lets herself collapse the rest of the way in order to kneel and crawl forward toward the cage, where she curls her fingers around the bars and gives them a feeble tug. When they don't give, she presses her hands to the floor, focusing, trying to find a crack or any weakness that she can exploit for what needs to be done.
"Iras ma ghilas, da'len," she begins to sing, as quietly as she can, ostensibly to comfort the children, but no doubt for herself as well. "Ara ma ne'dan ashir ..."
Finding what she needs, Sina presses her palm to the floor. It begins to glow, and though nothing happens right away, her own song and Myr's aura are helping her focus.