[color=springgreen]Sinys: Lyn's Hunt[/color]

Sinys shivered when he heard breaking glass, well there went that prospect. Then he felt an intense and obviously magical heat, from that he gathered two ideas. The first was practical, the second... Well the second was down right scary. Though why was it that Sinys could not feel the heat anylonger? Was her emotions a fuel to her strength? Did she doubt herself as well? She had too or losing her glasses would not be such a bother. He placed a hand on Helena's shoulder gently [color=springgreen]"Hone your anger, burn it coldly or it could get in your way. Embers are hotter and last longer than a flame."[/color] He said sensing her anger lightly, and was trying to think of something worth saying. He was honestly surprised that he picked up on it at all. 

He hoped that his words were comforting her as much as he could [color=springgreen]"At least you have something left, don't belittle it or I'll be offended."[/color] He said not knowing how to convey himself properly. Most likely he seemed to be lying, he was most certainly blushing from embarrassment that he had dampened her spirits. 

He decided to give her the ideas he managed to gather [color=springgreen]"First could you light an arrow for me?." [/color]He begged a favor holding the arrow up shallowly. He only waited for a short amount of time before nocking the bow and adjusting for angles again. He was going to fire either way [color=springgreen]"Now, see if you cannot touch the beast and release your frustration on it point blank. Maybe even use an arrow as a conduit?" [/color]He suggested hoping to rekindle her attitude. He released his arrow and started forward satisfied with his vitals recovery [color=springgreen]"When we get out of this alive, I'll show you how to fight blind."[/color] He said flatly, he was not entirely sure that they would come up victorious. However he wasn't going to give that impression at this point. 

He reflected on whether or not his words would hold weight so he turned and made an awkward smile in stride [color=springgreen]"I do a good job hiding that I'm blind right?"[/color] He asked with the voice he reserved for his mother filled with warmth. He didn't like doing such, but he saw value in this one. It made his hands itch for a fight that would push himself further.