"What's going on? Are we under attack?!" T'elko blurted, terrified, arms around Merreath as if to shield his green from any danger. 

Merreath, for her part, hunkered low, made a whining sound, her eyes whirling gray and white. ((What is happening?!)) she appealed to Zerenth directly. ((Oh, please, tell us how to wish these terrible things away!))