Jun'Razar leaned on the corridor's wall, looking at the Avenger and the Hawk, they wondered what was happening. They would not be wondering here if we had failed, the Warlock grimly thought, most of us would not even be breathing anymore. He raised his gaze upward and frowned deeply. Though he was glad that he had not been required to end the Poet's life he feared that the threat had not yet subsided. But that was for the Farseer to decide, he determined, she did not rise to her position by making rash decisions. OOC: And Shad, notice the Razar part - Not Razor, but Razaar.
Meros looked at the warlock, and back to the dire avenger. Then too the floor. "They've been in there for a while"
Aida walked out of the room escorted by the elegant figure of the Farseer, she was wearing a light gown of Exodite confection. "Jun'Razar?" Asked the Banshee to the Warlock, with a quieter voice than usual.
OOC: I got to delver some packages and you people post without me. -Shakes fist- "Caerys and Aida talking is all. " Teras positioned himself on the side of the door opposite of Su'iris, tipping his head down and sighing. "Even in death they still assault you. " There was a nasty ringing in his ears, each dead daemon had been so courteous as to share their death moans and howls. When Aida emerged Teras looked up and offered a small smile but said nothing, glancing down to their Warlock.
"Yes?" Jun'Razar asked stepping toward Aida and looking at her. Her voice was quiet, he noted, regret or fear perhaps. The Singing Spear hummed softly in the background, its hum surprisingly neutral.
"Caerys told me you could help mend this hole in my psyche. She needs to help reinforce the ship's defences against anomalies..." The Poet fell quiet again, so unlike the twirling and singing cheerful Eldar she normally was. "But first I would like to thank you - all of you. I... Sensed your presence in there. I can still feel you, in my head." The Banshee struggled to find the words to explain the intimacy she fell with the ones that had helped her fend-off the Warp fiends - unable to find the means, she just looked into the eyes of her brethren.
Meros looked back at Aida, removing the helmet from his head. He looked back into her eyes with his own.
Teras took a step forward, arm curling out for a single limbed hug. "But of course Aida. I do not think there is anyone here who would readily turn their back on another brother or sister in need. Next time though, if I ask if somethings wrong do actually be honest hmm? " There wasn't a hint of blame or anger in his voice or aura, just a bit of relief. Releasing her he took a step back to let the Warlock over.
Jun'Razar looked into Aida's eyes, seeking for any sign of remaining corruption. The Warlock's frown turned into a slight smile when he found none. She wants me to repair he psychic defenses, he thought, "It is possible to repair, not easy but it can be done relatively swiftly if you so desire."
