[color=8882be][i]As the angel rises and stumbles my way my headache fades away, though it was obviously at some cost to herself. And then lightning is bouncing around, and I duck reflexively but it bounces off the stones relatively harmlessly. It's caster however was rather blearily standing while eying him warily. That amused him, did she think she'd have been given the chance to rise if he'd wanted her dead? Oh well, if she had anything close to the headache he'd had moments ago, thinking straight would be difficult even if it usually came naturally, which might not be true in either of the other two's cases. Mot held out an arm, for the angel to steady herself on, while he spoke to the wary woman.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]Peace child, if we meant you harm, you'd never have woken. let your lack of bindings and state of health speak for our intension's. None of us are here at our own behest, and none of us can go back.[/color]

[color=8882be][i]Mot takes a moment and decides that having some mana on hand might be useful if anyone else woke up ... violently. Closing his eyes he recalls with a grim smile, hidden by his mask, the deep swamp where he first learned to summon the guardian's he'd become so fond of, and then opening his eyes he summons one of Oona's Guardians and bolsters it with the ever useful Skeletal Grimace. He hoped he'd have time to summon the cultist if things got nasty, but knew doing so now would be provocative and so opted for the obviously defensive move.[/i][/color]