[h3]Aemoten[/h3]
	[i]“Not like Usha, no,”[/i] Olan confirmed, which was a relief, albeit whether a small or a great one remained unknown for the time being. Koraakan knew even small hindrances stacked up after a while, and this day alone had already thrown more devastation at them than most people had to deal with during their entire lives. 
	He had seen more than several lifetimes' worth long ago as it were, but with all due respect, he had lived on a farm for most of the years he had spent in Rodoria, only leaving everything behind once there was nothing left for him there, robbed by the infernal plague. He had considered "finding a cure" a quest for the sake of a quest - something to take his mind off the grief and the past, not something he actually expected to succeed, and until he came to be a part of this group, it had been a fairly uneventful endeavor... 
	Now? He did not know. They [i]had[/i] found out something of note, probably, yet with everything [i]irrelevant[/i] coming their way and trying to strike them down, their final goal felt perhaps even farther than before. Jaelnec was maybe the one most likely to genuinely believe in their quest - or at least Aemoten assumed he had, in the beginning. There was no telling whether the past week had changed it, and he was not in the mood for asking (nor was it the time). Completely unexpectedly, he had found a person he had fallen in love with, and [i]then a thrice-damned literal devil had shown up...[/i] 
	It would have been all too easy to either just give up altogether or treat everyone and everything that did not immediately comply with indiscriminate rage. He did not even know how much of the inclination for either was indirectly caused by exhaustion and pain anymore..
	If Olan was right - and while he still did not quite know [i]how[/i] Olan knew things, he usually was - the current situation was, however, most likely not precisely Angora's [i]fault.[/i] It could not be excluded that it might have been some dumb decision or another of hers that ultimately brought it upon her, but as a general rule, a person was to be exempted from any responsibility on what they did while possessed, for the simple reason that it was not really [i]them[/i] who did it. Would have to figure out how did she become afflicted, though...
	And none of it changed the fact that he himself simultaneously wanted to scream and punch a tree, and just drop face down to the ground and stop caring about anything at all. 
	It had not been the only question he had voiced, though - and much like he had suspected, Olan also had something to comment on the other matter (although the nightwalker was not quite as subtle as the foreign warrior in regards to the individual - or individuals - the question had pertained. “[i]She’s mortal, I can tell you that much. Beyond that... It’s like her soul isn’t fully formed, if that makes any sense. And she isn’t actually in Jaelnec; she’s in his sword.[/i]” The outlander sighed. 
	"It answers at least some questions ... and raises others. Someone put a soul in an object? Does it technically make her a lich, the sword's thus a phylactery? One who is powerful enough to, well, do what we witnessed her do, yet somehow incomplete? Did they split their soul, then?" He guessed even his own sword felt like [i]him[/i] after all these years... "...And that thing in Angora - I know it has this aura ... if you can see through it, does it feel malevolent? Do you think you could ask her if she remembers when she became like that?" He shook his head, slowly. "Or, if we have limited time, just hope whatever you want to do works..."
	"I apologize," he muttered to Jaelnec beside him. She had last possessed Jaelnec when he was weakened, had she not? And that aura certainly did a number on him... Who knew what their big striped cat thought of him questioning her nature? Now he was once again functioning mostly on the rush of blood. "There is only so long one can walk in the unknown without any consequences..." 
	She had become unusually active by Jaelnec's admission, just very recently, no? What if she acquired fondness for having a body? Decided that the best way to "protect him" would be to stash him away indefinitely, out of all harm's way? Accidentally merged herself into him like whatever plagued Angora had? There was no predicting half an inhuman mortal that refused to identify itself, and running into [i]another[/i] person overtaken by something did not exactly encourage... Better to get further away first. He looked Etakar in the eye - he would take care - and placed a hand on Jaelnec's shoulder.
	"Come."

[h3]Domhnall McRaith[/h3]
	He looked at Iridiel with puzzlement evident in his expression as she explained that he would need to hold Angora down in order for her to ... do what exactly? Go [i]into[/i] her mind? Sulis must have been a versatile deity indeed, though the thought of someone else rummaging around in his head definitely felt a bit odd (but then again, gods were [i]gods[/i], and thus could probably do whatever they damn well pleased, whether or not he wanted it or not ... which was even more of a reason to not needlessly piss them off, and possibly stay out of their attention altogether).
	His companion was right, though... What was being said - about that possession thing and the whole lot - made sense. And helping with holding him down ... sure, he could do that. He nodded slowly at the éireann woman, and cast his eyes up at Olan and the stern foreign warrior who was commenting something to his squire, and then proceeded to have a short and perplexing conversation with the older black-eyes.("Usha"? Liches? Just who in the planes [i]were[/i] those people?)
	[b]"He is asking what are you going to do,"[/b] he noted to Iridiel, switching to Rodorian right after. "She is ... goin' to separa'e her and the thing in her - make an attemp' to, the leas', from what I unders'and." And back to his native... "Try to separate them ... yes? He says just go on if there is limited time..."