Pahn was relatively consumed in thoughts over past experience. Speech and other external remedies weren't beyond him, though, he doesn't exactly move at the pace most humans see fit to thrive by. His life and words have always been proven as considerably permanent, thus giving him no real urgency with nearly all things. 

[color=bc8dbf][i]'Pahnjaka!'[/i][/color] Anora's words had pierced an amalgam of raging perceptions and broiling conclusions. All of Pahn's thoughts had just begun to swirl violently about between ivory hairs, only at the beginning of something that could have grown to be much worse than it was. [i]'Hmm? Oh, right.. I must attend to this.'[/i] He would slowly think, each separate feature now gradually unraveling to reveal passive contemplation. Whatever was brewing had now been given reason to halt.

*SCHLUP!* A young woman landing boot-first upon mud-clogged terrain reaches Pahn's ears during his unwind. Rage still seethes in every logical corner of his ego, only just revealing a cautious decline. He recognizes her rushing towards him whilst staring blankly at an earth being overturned by liquid in all it's natural states. [i]'Where the fuck did I go wrong with him..?'[/i] Was his final conclusion before being pulled from natural rhythm by small, soft hands clasping his smooth yet supernaturally hardened wrist. 

Pahn's face turns to recognize Anora's own, letting go of it's demons to paint a slight smile against pale canvas when distinguishing what it is that troubles her. Those faintly luminescent eyes dance from her to where it is she stares. Crackling wires that could only harm her in this situation grow closer to being something of a threat. He knows his own immortality isn't at any risk here, but, he also knows what it is that pains those present.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, child.."[/color] He says with a tone that some grandparent might take when feeling astonished by the pure feelings of a truly treasured grandchild. Those marble arms move with quickened grace, wrapping themselves about Anora to sweep her off dirtied feet in one swift movement. She would be carried with utter ease to the edge of the crater whilst Pahn looks into the distance ahead of them. His expression is that of satisfaction, as if he were now accompanied by some relative he could only ever be proud of after many years in waiting. 

Once at the edge of the crater, Anora would be placed on her own two feet. Pahn didn't look to take all named actions by rude intention. He simply desired to have the girl be more comfortable with the safety of the man before her, as if in understanding of her unnatural emotions. [color=6ecff6]"We're away from harm now, correct?"[/color] He questioned, perhaps in hoping for her to validate the sanctity of current circumstance by her own means rather than his. Regardless, he'd yet to notice the drop of blood at the right-most edge of his lips. Bleeding isn't a common thing for him.

There Pahn would stand, marveling at the girl before him. She represented an age rarer to him than most all things of this universe. An age of rest, an age of being protected, an age of guardians. How she'd gotten here, he had no immediate idea. What it is she needed to become, he understood all to well. That glimmering gaze and frank expression would reveal only feelings a parent who feels nothing but delight and confidence for their child could have. She was blatantly precious to him in ways that would only make her succeed in life experience and physical power beyond reasoning. She was not to be his, but to be a protector of the convictions she's likely felt her entire life. 

He wouldn't speak, being content simply to observe another facet of Earth. There was not hostility nor a need for anything in that countenance. Pahn simply looked upon Anora, as he did with many entities for countless eons past. Whatever it is she was to do likely wouldn't bother him. Those glazed eyes and one faint smile that showed a confidence in various named emotions were content with circumstance for the time being. Why should there be any rush? Both were already here, both were already in reality true. 

Though his 'physical' aura had begun fading, this is the air he constantly exerts without question. Someone of existence, rather than someone of substance. A person who looked to be of different natures than most all of humanity with just two sentences and one weak expression. He doesn't need for anything, in fact, if there were a thing in need here, it would be all of the surrounding Earth. Sustenance may seek him, rather than him ever moving to seek it. Perhaps this wasn't all immediately relevant, as it is something that goes against all base human understandings. But nevertheless, when one may move past their instincts, they'll realize it all to be true. Pahn is not of Earth; One might even wonder if Earth is of him, all of it's separate lands and identities being a part of the whole that is Pahnjaka. This is, of course, a ridiculous notion. Yet still, not entirely far from the current truth of our planet. An existence so prolonged as his own may begin lending to times flow rather than taking it up or pulling from any of it's turbulent tides.