Two Worlds into One

Paladin smiled as Regulus appeared like some crimson wraith from the mist, and a quick glance behind the Archangel hinted at a much smaller, ghostly pale form, shrouded in mist. So Aurielle was in training, today. Excellent. This was going to be a wealthy lesson she’d learn, today. How to be merciful to one who once walked on the side of a foe.

He didn’t move as his Cousin circled to look down at Sterling, until Regulus’ question. Paladin turned his head to study Regulus, but it was Sterling who spoke first. It was a short explanation, and he couldn’t blame her for being a little flustered. Who wouldn’t be in her position. She was, quite literally, at their mercy, it could be said.

He caught Regulus’ eye as those fathomless sapphire eyes flicked to his own, and he nodded, adding his own part to tell. "Bhí mé i gCroí Riabhach, ag foscadh ón gcluasán nuair a thit sí." He answered easily, the Old Tongue dancing off his tongue as he tipped his head toward the way he’d come from.

"Leagadh as a chéile í, agus tá sé ag súil leis, mar sin ba mhaith liom fanacht ar feadh tamaill sula iarr sí ar aon sonraí níos iomláine maidir le cén fáth go raibh sí chomh gar do theorainneacha Celestial." His dual colored gaze ran over Sterling’s face before flicking back to Regulus.

"Táim i muinín nach bhfuil scout aici chun tabs a ghlacadh uainn." The tone was firm, confident in his own judgement. He would, naturally, be keeping an eye on her, both to heal her and make sure the healing was going well, and to be absolutely certain of her lack of motives to gather intel on Celestial for Talis.

He paused, then asked thoughtfully, "Chuir tú do chompánaigh leis an abhainn dóiteáin sin a dúirt tú go bhfuair tú, tá? tá siad ar ais go fóill?" During his time wit the Nomads, they had taught him and his fellow young students about the virtues of fire, and how heat helped some poultices sink in better to release their properties. He hoped to use that method with Sterling’s ribs.