Kyrtaar felt himself being helped up. He smiled weakly when she spoke to him. Aevah was a pretty name. The girl was half elf, and somewhere in Kyrtaars full blood told him to dislike her for it. But as an outcast himself from the Elves, he didn't see a point in it. "My name is Kyrtaar" he muttered, with his arm around her shoulder. "You know," he said "you never realize how bad an idea it is to wear your sword on your back until you fall on it" he finished, while rubbing his back.

If her touch based abilities kicked in, she may see visions of stars, and suns. Planets in strange orbits, or hear the songs of the cosmos, strange deep growls from the abyss. She may glimpse into his nightmares of his soul being devoured by a planet covered in eyes, but by and large, she'd be spared most of the horrific visions Kyrtaar was prone to. After a few steps, Kyrtaar would steady himself on his own. "Thanks for your help" he said, sincerely. "But I'll be fine from here, provided I don't have to manifest any more today, before we get under the open sky." He was lying a bit, but was able to keep pace with the group. His legs felt like hundred pound weights, but he'd be fine.