So, Emlyn thought Auriel needed a little gussying up? Oh, just lovely. He shook his head in response and just chuckled for a moment. "No way, man, this is my thing. I've always worn armor like this. It's all about functionality. Yeah, it's not the prettiest thing, but damn does it work." Reaching up to feel the cuts on his cheek, Auriel spent some of his Aura to fully close the wound. Shaking his head to dispel the strange feeling of his flesh knitting itself together, he took a deep breath and watched his partner as he got up, leaning on his chakram. 

The thanks and praise he offered was....embarrassed? That's what it struck Auriel as. Maybe it was his first time in a real fight? Or just his first time working as a team. Whatever, at least he wasn't so proud that he couldn't offer even half-baked words of kindness. It'd probably be easier to get along with him off the battlefield, at least in a social sense. They worked pretty well together, actually. Since Emlyn had offered his share of the valuable feathers to him, Auriel decided to go back to find the first two they had killed before running for their lives. 

After taking care of the last of the Grimms' tails, Auriel started looking around. They seemed to be at the top of this particular mountain, so it would have been wise to get one last look for the artifact before making their way to another. "Hey, we might've missed our goal when we were...not dying." Carefully wording his mention of the fact that they had run like headless chickens to avoid hurting his own pride or Emlyn's, Auriel slowly swiveled his head. "Hopefully we won't have to climb any more mountains before we find what we're looking for."