Aisha wasn't able to stay under the wagon for very long. Someone grabbed her, and she screamed and kicked, but she didn't even manage to clip them (and wasn't very strong besides). They dragged her out from under it and up to her feet. And in the process, her waterskin spilled everywhere.
Just because she didn't like combat magic didn't mean she didn't know any. There was a required basic course in it and everything.
Aisha froze it and jerked away from the man holding her so she could aim the ice at his face. He ducked--and then the ice fell out of midair (at the same time as there was a thump, and the airy roaring sound of one of Rhoda's explosions cut off, and the snapping that meant Grabeth was panicking just stopped). She couldn't feel it, or the stream that a second before she'd known was only a quarter mile west, or the underground aquifer north of them, or the well three miles behind them, or anything. She couldn't even feel her own power. Her magic was gone. It was like someone had suddenly struck her blind or deaf. Kia help them all, the bandits had a Mordecai.
She was reeling for a second or two, and that was long enough for the bandit man to shove her up against the wagon and pin her there by twisting her arm up behind her until her shoulder hurt. It was impersonal at least but she still couldn't get away and it was getting harder and harder to think because she was so afraid. She saw one of the other bandits hit Professor Kilcher on the head and felt anger bubbling in with the terror. Without his magic he was just an old man! The most he could do in the way of attacking anyone was to have palsy at them!
Then their leader spoke, and what he said made her blood go right cold. They weren't here to steal the goods, they were here to take slaves. The bandit man spun her around and cuffed her hands and then her neck. It itched badly enough that the manacles had to be iron (it didn't hurt her like it would Rhoda or the Professor, oh gods, would they be all right? Rhoda hyperventilated when she panicked, what if she couldn't breathe?)
They were all sort of herded together, probably to keep them in a manageable range. Only some of them were manacled with iron. Her and the Professor and Grabeth and some others and yes, Rhoda, who was paler than usual and looked like she was going to cry. Aisha managed to get to her side, because it was something to concentrate on and that meant she could stop being scared at least for a little bit. She was breathing in short, shallow gasps. "It'll be alright," Aisha whispered. (She wanted her mother to come--but what could her mother do? Hemera was old and she could be anything she wanted but Aisha had never seen her hurt a fly.) "We'll be fine, we'll get away. Somehow. I promise."
She didn't believe a word of what she was saying, but calming Rhoda down was all that kept her calm.