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Heron watches his sister as she fantasizes. He smirks when she starts grinning at the memories of a much less strenuous childhood. That was before they started going to their mage academy; before their parents began doing nothing but pushing them to top everyone. They wanted nothing less than perfection from the twins, demanding that they put the name Dalearin in the history texts. Heron had often wondered if that was what caused them to acquire their ways of detaching from the world around them. Heron by falling asleep, and Naelonni by becoming easily distracted. Now they were being instructed by a Kae'dryn who would teach them to push their limits for themselves, and not for anyone else.

He sighed and shook his head. All the while he was smiling. He opens the cold storage door takes a look around. He breathes in deeply, taking in the cold air like it was an old friend. He peeks his head out of the door, "Hey Nae Nae, what do you want to cook? There's all kinds of meat in here."

Heron steps out of the cold storage closet and closes the door, making sure it is secure. He steps up behind his sister and peeks over her, "Maybe she uses that to cook ingredients for potions and elixers."

Heron found his sister's energy to be contagious. He smiles and returns to the cold storage room, pulling open the door. He looks around quickly and pics a slab of beef. He hops out and shuts the door behind him. He looks in the cutlery container and selects a knife that he hopes will work. He begins slicing into the meat, trying as best as he can to make it look presentable.

Asmyrra's mind played over the information Johannes's words offered, memories spooling up and attempting to match to the comment about not one, but three half-elves being in the Paladin's Rod in recent history. Unfortunately... she had never had much opportunity to interact beyond those in her command, and those who met with Johannes himself. So, after moments of intense consideration, the final conclusion was a faint shake of her head, admitting defeat.

At his comment regarding his attempts to deter the Order from it's descent into zealotry, those slanted violet-hued orbs drifted up to meet Johannes's, his grim smirk being met by a faint tightening of her lips. She, too, had worked on trying to keep some level of open-mindedness amongst their troops, though her work was mostly among the common ranks, rather than the upper echelons. Sadly, the results were similar to Johannes's... those that had actually listened were present in the camp she could faintly hear outside the tent walls... and the Order of the Paladin's Rod had declared war on them.

All this took mere moments for her to consider, however... her mind finally wandering back to the overriding theme his words had carried since she had regained consciousness; a strongly urged request to leave him, to go to the Elven lands. Those slanted eyes studied him as he spoke, their owner noting the subtle signs of extreme weariness Johannes was showing... the faint slump of his shoulders, the fact that his arms had relaxed completely against her, rather than continuing to hold her steady. The faint redness that coloured the whites of his eyes, the frequency of the unconscious sighs and deep breaths... and a decision was reached.

As Johannes continued his murmurings, Asmyrra's concentration focused inwards, using a rare, and usually ridiculously impractical technique to shape the Weave... and as Johannes came to a halt in his ramblings, she released the spell she'd woven, allowing a net of sleep-inducing energies to settle over him. She knew he could easily resist the spell under normal conditions... but with how exhausted he looked, perhaps now would be more successful. As the Weave-powered energies settled over him, Asmyrra simply reached a hand up, brushing a wayward lock of hair back behind his ear, her heavily accented voice murmuring softly to him, "Alright, I will think on it... and we will finish this talk of me leaving in the morning. For now... sleep, Lord Johannes. Sleep..."

The following morning, the young squad leader sleeps soundly outside of his private tent. He had gotten his tasks done several hours beforehand, but felt it would be more proper to stay outside. He wouldn't feel right stepping in on two ladies sleeping. He sits outside his tent on a small stool, leaning against the tarp and snoring lightly.

Ky takes a long and drawn out deep breath, his eyes fluttering open. He stretches his arms up brushes up against her bare one as his raise. He blinks a few times and looks over at the hand by his ear. When he realizes it's female his face flushes a deep red.

He lets out a quick exclamation and tips his stool over in the direction opposite of the hand. He stands up, face still red and uniform now dirtied. "Lady Anora, what do you think you are doing?!"

Although it seems impossible for his face to get any more red, his manages to find a way. He struggles internally regain his composure, and eventually stands straight. He forces out a pleasant face, but it only a little less red than before.

He squeaks out, "Most cer..." he catches his drastic change in pitch and places his right hand to his mouth, clearing his throat, "Most certainly; you are guests here and it would be rude of me not to tend to so simple a task. I will have one of my men bring the water here to the front of my tent. That way you and Lady S'karl will maintain your...privacy. Will that be alright?"

As Tali's hand gently comes in contact with his chest, he maintains his straight face but still cannot get his blushing to subside. When she slides back into his tent he realises he is holding his breath and exhales sharply. This was far from how he expected to greet the new dawn.

He places his palm to his forehead and wipes away some sweat. Internally he is bashing himself for allowing his composure to practically fall apart. His train of thought is broken, though, when he spots one of his men walking towards him. The soldier, Anthony, stood before Ky with respect and spoke clearly, "Sir, I have news to report. The young lady whom you requested be brought to the small medical tent left the camp at some point last night. No one saw here leave, but there is no trace of her anywhere."

Ky sighed, disheartened by the young ladies lack of trust in the Iron Fist. He had prays internally that she be safe wherever she may go. He nods to Anthony and responds, "If she was well enough to make good an escape from an encapment of soldiers then she will be well off in the woodlands. Thank you for informing me. Before you go Anthony, I want you to find another soldier and bring two pails of water from the wash basin and place them outside of the entrace to my tent. Rap on the cover and inform the two ladies inside that their water has arrived. After that you may go about your business. Is that understood?"

Anthony nods with confidence, "Yes sir."

Ky waves him off with approval and begins making his way toward the large medic tent to see how Asmyrra is faring.