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(Big talk from someone stranded in an alien world with only what he can carry for weapons and armor. Don't get too cocky there Ace. ^'^)

The words Robert expressed echoed in the small space, Tolire's ears ringing slightly. Her hand fell away as he stepped off to the side to sit where he had before. The elf did not follow. Instead, with footsteps light as a feather, she backed up closer to the roaring waters.

At the moment the elf was confused by how she felt. In the one hand she felt fear that the Angel would take offense and destroy Robert for his haughty words. In which case she wanted to be closer to intervene and stop her. On the other, Robert thought her and her people were weak. This made the elf angry and made her not want to help him. If he was so mighty, one angel would be of no threat to him. To help, or not. She seemed to be constantly in conflict with herself lately.

Not to mention she could feel the energy in the room that emanated from the angel, Tolire felt very on edge. For the moment at least, she decided she wanted some time not listening to others tongues. Crouching low on a rock near the caves edge, she felt her back get damp from the mist. It was cool and comforting after feeling mother Gaia's fiery energy flow into her.

Letting her fine tuned ears hone in on the soothing waters, she tuned out the voices. Her hazel eyes kept watch on them, in case something happened, but she relaxed a fraction after she no longer heard their varied tones. Roberts words were ugly in nature, and the angel's were ugly in intent. She wondered if this was why humans were fabled to be children of angels. They had similar qualities, quick to anger or offend. And they both could use words like poison.

The stickiness on her head ran down the back to trickle on her upper back. Idly Tolire wiped it away, noting that it was a brown water most likely condensed from the ever present mist.

Tolire catches the sound of her name through the endless rhythm of the water. Eyes opening slightly, she notices his hand raise to his stomach. With a sigh, she motions to the bundle he had forgotten earlier.

"Tamo calimir sin fylar Robert," she said while pointing. Deciding she wanted to stay out of the way until her conflicting feelings settled, the elf folded her legs beneath her and sat as comfortably as she could on the cold damp stone. She was still upset at him, for belittling her and her people, but she knew that he was like a babe in the wood. He was truly out of his element and would need her help to survive.

The halfbreed, however, was another matter. Tolire knew that she was a danger, but she was also a known resident. She may need her help to hide Robert in the future. As much as the human thought otherwise, Tolire wasn't so sure the rest of her people were ready to handle a myth come to life.

Robert listens then looks down for a second with a frown knowing she can never remove from herself this demon inside of her. But Robert then looks up again "That should be obvious. I am going to continue to protect her, she is a friend and I can't just abandon her now can I....." Robert for a second then turns to look at Tolire and recognizes in his anger he offended her "Just like I should have tried to be more calm, I guess I got to work on this too." Robert then says to Tolire "I am sorry for offending you, will you please forgive me?"

"Karmanalii, Robert. You ask for karmanalii," Tolire responds in english after thinking for a moment. She did not know how to say this word in english yet, but she understood his meaning. She did not follow all of his words, but the tone of his voice and the posture he assumed told enough. The elf could not hold it against a being who was repentant. Making a mental note to try and teach him some manners, she nodded to him with a smile as timid as a whisper.

"Karmanalii tyrana thyr," she said softly. Then she lifted her hand to her heart in a fluid motion towards him while nodding her head. From her heart she forgave him, knowing that he meant well despite his words. An animal, trapped in fear, will bite the hand of one who aims to help. So she knew she must be there to help this strange man, even if he lashed out at her. Mother Gaia would ask nothing less of her children after all.

The angel was the first to voice her opinions, though she truly thought the elf girl would agree with her. "That's a bad idea, human. Though the Elvens do respect life, that doesn't mean that they will look kindly upon a halfling like Cyra entering the village, even if she is badly injured. If you do decide to go to the village, she should be safe for a short while here. I'm currently working on her wounds, so… given some time, she should be alright." She looked between the both of them, wondering what they would say. She was hoping that she had made the right guess about Tolire, and that Robert would listen to her advice. The angel disliked the idea of stirring up trouble within a village, especially when her co-host would be put in danger.

(sorry guys. I keep forgetting to reply to this one. XD)

"Oh nis Robert!" the elf countered in a panic. "There is much wrong with that plan." Tolire didn't like agreeing with the angel, but knew that she had a point. So instead she addressed the other issues. "That cloak does not hide you. It keeps you in our light."

She knew that this explanation would not do, but the words she needed were slow to come to her. Covering his hand on her shoulder with her slender fingers, she eased her gift more open in hopes of gaining aid.

"All life gives off energy. This energy takes many forms and colors. Our eyes," she paused to point at her currently forest green eyes," can see that. When you wear this cloak, you are bathed in the same kind of energy as us. It is the best disguise to hide amongst my people, but it cannot hide more than one."

Thinking about the proposed plan, she shook her head. Too many things had happened in too little time. She was worried that someone would come looking for her, having disappeared so late in the night. And finding her in the company of a myth and a monster, Tolire shuddered at the prospect.

"No one will come to help Robert. It is best that she stay here until she can move on her own again. I must return to my village before anyone decides to send a search party," she murmured softly. "And I must beg forgiveness to the dead before any ill befalls me or mine."

"You may come along, if you wish. You need to be forgiven more than I, after all." Tolire pulled away then and ventured closer to the angel where she had left her bag. Gracing a finger over one of the girls' outstretched feet, the elf contained herself long enough to give the angel her parting words.

"I did what I did to help, but not for you. Farewell Lis Sythan." Then she pulled away again as a chilling fire burned inside her. She shook off the feeling before motioning to the human that she would wait outside. Tolire couldn't handle the humid confines of the cave. Outside the sun had fully risen, though the birds still sang their cheery morning songs.

"I understand completely, but I thank you nonetheless." The angel bowed her head to Tolire, expressing in gesture what she'd just said. Turning to Robert, she gave him a reassuring smirk. "Trust me, I'll make sure we don't die." Sitting there on the rocky floor, she watched as the two of them left the crevice. Once she was sure they had gone a good distance from the cave, she gave a long sigh and lay down. Might as well put my energy to healing Cyra completely. With that, she closed her eyes, as if she had merely fallen asleep. When she did so, Cyra's wings first reverted back to their usual colors before disappearing completely. The gentle sound of breathing could be heard from the girl as the angel tended to her wounds.