As Ami begins to look at the other spells that the Mercury Super Computer offers up to her, a thought does seep into her brain.
It seems to the blue haired girl that her past life allowed that machine to run everything about her magic, and that just... Ami struggles to understand that point of view. After all, if she were capable of using her magic without being transformed, then she'd-
The train of thought is derailed with all the force and energy of a crashing plane as another thought slams hard into her head.
What, exactly, is preventing her from using her magic when not transformed? She is supposed to be some kind of reincarnation, the previous Sailor Mercury reborn. Which means that if the previous Sailor Mercury could use her magic without transforming, then she should be able to as well.
Closing her eyes, Ami allows herself to hum as the thought takes root. The energy builds in her body, a thrumming chill of power that exudes from her heart. She allows the machine to shape the formation of spell, but does not cast it.
Not yet.
No, because Ami's mind is entirely focused inwards - Focused on the way that the energy builds up inside of her. Focused on the way that the energy flows through her body. The way that the spell readies itself, requiring nothing more than the incantation to activate the power gathered, and then. "Sabão-" The girl cries out, before flicking the switch in the back of her mind and the depths of her soul, unfurling the magical enchantment which makes her Sailor Mercury, leaving only Ami behind. "Spray!"
Ami can feel the energy flowing through her body, up from her chest and down her arms, but something is distinctly different this time. When Ami was Sailor Mercury, her magic flows calmly - Completely under the control of the machine connected to the girl, but now that the spell is flowing through Ami, her magic...
Ami can feel the energy flow in eddies and whorls, and chills run down the girl's arms as parts of her magic begin to slip from her control. It is now that Ami begins to realize that this may have been a terrible mistake. Closer and closer to her hands, the colder the girl's body becomes. Ami's hands begin to burn from the cold, even as a small cloud of mist begins to waft off the whole of the girl's arms.
The blue haired girl does everything she can to keep herself from screaming out - She is in control of the spell, she can fix this. She can fix this. But the pain builds and builds and builds, until Ami drops down to her knees, a sharp cry of pain escaping her lips. The cry breaks the girl's focus, her control over her magic lapses, and the spell collapses, the mist fading away to nothingness.
The moment that Ami cries out, Usagi Moves, crossing the distance between Naru and Ami somehow almost instantaneously. Usagi's eyes widen, looking at the way that Ami's arms have turned a flushed pink at the elbows, but deepening to a more painful looking red the further down the girl's arm that she looks. There are no words, there is no incantation - Usagi's eyes shift from horror to determination, and with a flash of light so quick that it seems almost more a flicker, Sailor Moon places her hands over Ami's arms.
Usagi doesn't know what it is that she is doing, but everything in her heart and soul and pushing on without the input of the head. Silver light seeps out of the girl's hands into Ami's injury, filled to the brim with the desire to help, to fix the problem, to stop Ami from hurting.
What Usagi is actually doing is far more complex and fascinating than the girl has any real way to understand. First and foremost, the spell does exactly what she wants most, numbing the pain that runs through Ami's burned arms, but that is only a part of the spell.
