[h3]Aemoten[/h3]
	[i]“The woman is angry with me, I learned a long time ago not to trust people angry with me. Especially with my health.” [/i]
	Angry? Irritated at Thaler, maybe, if her shouting earlier was any indication... But not [i]vengefully angry[/i]. Iridiel did not come across as the kind of person who would harm a living being purely out of spite - and if Sulis was anything like Reina or some such benevolent deity, then any favored of hers who inflicted senseless suffering would furthermore risk having one's powers revoked. 
	She had healed Etakar, despite him being a foreign beast who could easily crush her torso in a single hand if he only so desired; she had offered to heal him, in spite of him being no more than a complete stranger who stumbled across her when she appeared to be trying to recover herself, and now she was lending her goddess' power to heal an individual she has only a minute ago been ready to kill, and who had all but told her outright she had intended to kill her first... Healer first and foremost. Not a threat, or at least so his instincts - gut feeling, if one so desired - insisted. And in things like that, he was typically not wrong. Sometimes regrettably, as the happenings which had ensued after he had recognized the three-quarter-devil as trouble demonstrated. But the opposite was presumably true, too, and at some point their exceptionally bad luck [i]had[/i] to run out. 
	Besides, even his feelings as a human man left aside - aside of it simply being [i]painful[/i] to see a person he loved injured and hurting -, it was a matter of pure practicality. Where the man lamented over suffering, the warrior saw loss of function. Broken people could not go on, injured individuals made poor fighters, strength and willpower alike were resources, and could be depleted... Staying in a severely weakened state when amending the situation was both easily and quickly doable was not only pointless, it was actively harmful. 
	He guessed he would have to talk to Iridiel separately afterwards ... sort out the misunderstanding, if there even was one to speak of, explain there was no foul blood... That there was still an ounce of good left in people... That every now and then, there still were other options than either sacrifice or gritting one's teeth and enduring... People could not go on on their own indefinitely. Koraakan knew he would not have gotten this far if he were continuing on a solitary path, not with everything thrown his way...
	But first things first. Figure out what to do with the woman... [i]“And be careful.”[/i]

	[i]I shall try, Thaler. I shall try...[/i]

	The outlander's expression, however, did not change as he stared down at their prone detainee, the worst of her visible injuries gone, but her skin still covered in her own and - Aemoten suspected - Thaler's blood, a slight notch left behind in her ear where the daywalker had bit her in her frustration. The male foreigner leaned closer to his companion, sheathing his knife and whispering something to her. Iridiel nodded, replying something in her own tongue, all the while the young squire beside him seemed to recollect himself and relayed the exact apparent effects of the stranger's aura on him.
	"I see," he thoughtfully remarked to the younger nightwalker as he watched the brown-and-green-skinned man listen to Iridiel's words with puzzlement evident on his face, eyebrows furrowed. 
	Inconvenient as the aura's effect was, the warrior supposed it was actually preferable to an effect that would make people instinctively like her... Assuming that it felt the same to everyone, and did not depend on the woman's attitude towards any particular subject, or her current mood. Fear was doubtlessly an unpleasant and undesirable sensation that could divide men and women fighting for a singular cause - it could be crippling, even, but in a sense it was more honest. Unwarranted fondness was often more devious, as recent experiences had shown. Induced fear was more easily recognized for what it was, and more commonly resisted...
	What Olan was saying, however, was perhaps of even more interest, even though even he did not seem to have a too good understanding of what they had at hand. [i]“It’s not a demon or an angel, I can tell that much, but... it’s weird. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like it is her, but it’s also in her. Like... a parasite, maybe.”[/i]
	"So not like Usha...? She is an actual human affected by something else?" 
	Koraakan knew they did not need another entity like [i]she[/i] had been. Not mortal, not divine, not infernal, the bloody hell [i]else[/i] it was? Although ... they had yet another entity somewhere among their ranks who was quite capable of commandeering at least Jaelnec at will ... who had furthermore both made an indirect threat on her host's and his own life alike, and had refused to properly identify herself. Thaler believed in her benevolence, on grounds he could not quite comprehend, but not even Jaelnec himself had any knowledge of her nature ... or even of her presence before she evidently decided he was free to be puppeteered. It only occurred to him now that Olan had not only been present both for their discussion over the matter and the actual act of possession, but also been the person who [i]sealed[/i] the entity with but a single word. 
	"Or ... [i]her[/i]? The one who Thaler compared to a mother tigress? Do you know who or what [i]she[/i] is?" If they could at least get answer to [b][i]one[/i][/b] question...
	When Iridiel spoke to Olan directly, rather than only at her companion (who, still appearing a bit confused, nevertheless nodded slowly to her words), and Olan subsequently turned to Angora, claiming Iridiel was going to help her, though it could end up being unpleasant, it gave the foreign warrior a pause. 
	"What do you intend to do?" he inquired, addressing it at the woman ... though the male beside him repeated it to her in their shared language, for obvious reasons.