Luciel smiled slightly, discouraged by William as his brows bent into a worried expression that betrayed his feelings. Again, reassurance had proven to exact the opposite as the chimera felt nothing but skepticism...however, the warmth and inviting nature of their setting soaked into him. Enclosed spaces eased his nerves, as the integrity of structure was one of the many 'few' things that could be genuinely trusted. So alluded to by sayings, a roof could keep you dry, and sturdy walls were keen on keeping threats out.

"I-I can help!" The chimera called after Mimi before they moved to disappear into the back room. With people taking their seats, Luciel still lingered near the door. In the silence, he edged his way into the room before sliding back against a wall. The stability of structure was far too enticing to simply shirk even for a comfortable chair; standing against a wall, sleeping against a wall, bracing against a wall...they were always there for you. This was the first moment where the chimera began to doubt Rose, as the stories he'd read and read to their young master depicted an insidiousness built upon blatant lies and lack of introductions based around buildings of food. Candy and cream always hurt Luciel's teeth, so he found a fitting thirst for the bitterness of the world. Where the rejection of decadence was met with scorn, it build up the healthy skepticism that clashed with the two others.

Though he found the situation oddly convenient, it was hard for him to feel threatened by the old woman who likely had a slurry of tricks up her sleeve. The fact that, even surrounded, they were welcome in their house bothered the chimera since, for all intents and purposes, they were likely to be met with a warm mean prepared by a wizened hag with no other goal than to aid groups like theirs.
[i]Alternatively[/i], they were already shoulders-deep in opposition if the crowd outside happened to be what people expected them to be.

With that, it was uncanny how the mounting concern amounted to a true actualization of his misunderstanding so swiftly; the door bursting open as the scarecrows carried in the body of the one Luciel had shot.
Again, he felt like his heart fluttered to a stop with the notion that a terribleness had occurred and was directed towards him. Unfortunately, he was right, this time.

Luciel froze beyond lifting an arm to gently close the door that had opened on him, stopped by the steel toe of his boot, mainly to get a better view of the scene.
There was no sense in following Rose who sank in her seat while the event unfolded, although, the chimera respected her for not immediately selling him out. Instead, he stepped forward, setting his armaments to a side along with their cloak and kneeling by the scarecrow.

Turned away from the rest, his expression melted from his casual apathy to a genuine toothy display of shock and pensiveness. "Y'jeh...I-...h-hello. Yes! Right, I can likely help, tell me what to do" Luciel asked, blown out of his element though oddly comfortable in thinking of the strange creatures as constructs with minds and feelings. This same notion made the result of his impatient assault that much more grating against his heart. There came a sense of responsibility, this notion that he owed the figure, organic or construct.

I did this.
I did this to another creature...a-are they all just made to act this way? And how am I supposed to help such a-

With this though, a relatively dark idea came to Luciel's mind; sliding his hand under the other assumed construct's hand to hold the wound, they leaned in to the unknown figure's head, drawing back and looking to the others. "Vaht iz zehir name?" he barked, the component crucial in the mending spell he knew. He needed to know the figure's name to complete it, though he could begin through mending the bleeding.

Power came from a name. It was what made creatures whole and human, regardless of their lean on the world. "Zee [i]name![/i]" Luciel demanded, bringing their other hand around to aid in the compression as their ears folded back.
"(Bound to we regal; the sand and silt from gills and guile, see with toil and soil to make right on a debt to yet be paid...)" Luciel hissed in preparation for the lack of a name. With luck, the old woman was not out to eat them and that the spell could play itself out. The syllables reverberating in something that could be attributed to shoddy elvish, though bending with a weight upon the air to become something foul with the echoes across the walls. A deep speech resounded back with a dull shade pressing into the light of the nearby lanterns and fireplace as a slight trickle of blood ran from Luciel's nose, dripping onto the figure before being licked away from the Chimera's lip. "(Etch)" he concluded, tracing his hands along the wound and replacing and oozing wound with a black stain of silky material that held the wound from bleeding and the material within together as denoted by the indents of the broken edges of black flesh shifting underneath as the wound slowly began to mend with the aid of Luciel's over-expended essence.
"Th...the name..." they groaned, a grumble in their chest while they swallowed hard with a disquieting wince, doing their best not to vomit.

Whatever had transpired, Luciel was doing his best not to show how it affected him. Growing more pale than usual, fluttering ears as he braced his hand on the floor by the now covered wound, denoted his heightened state. "Iz...I...sorry...I..." they began before falling to a side, propped up on an elbow as they heaved a groan and tried their best to edge away from the scene and stay conscious from the mana burst which went into a genuine healing spell in the place of key components. While it could have made it easier on the chimera, his apathy towards his assumption of the old woman left him resolved to be at hers and the others' mercy.