[ Heart's first instinct is to think that someone must be hurt. Hurt or scared -- she was scared the first time she arrived here alone and with no idea of just what was going on. So of course she goes pelting in the direction of the sound, flowers and crystals speeding by in a blur until she finds the source and skids to a stop. She staggers a bit. It's still taking a bit of getting used to, being this quick, this strong. So she uses that momentum to jog lightly over to the other girl, piping up with a question before she gets too close. ]

Um! Hey! Are you-- whoa, finally there's someone else! I thought it was gonna just be me forever but -- no, seriously, are you okay?!