Tara was busy sipping soup and slowly falling asleep as she was eating when Ash introduced himself to May. She watched as he switched his cup of coffee to his prosthetic hand..."Prosthetic hand?" She asked as she looked at the arm. She hadn't noticed it before for some reason. As she studied it curiously, she suddenly became naseaus and sick and gagged on her soup. "Oh, by the fates! Necromancy!" It was residual, but at one point, very very strong. Tara didn't know how she could feel the magic nor how she didn't earlier. (I must have put up a defense subconsciously. Betcha this is just what I would have felt finally surfacing.).

Ash and the others look very concerned. Ash turned to her and reached out, unfortunately making the naseau stronger and Tara almost vomited right then and there before she got it under control. "You never said you were a necromancer!" Tara looked at him with disgust.