The wind effect, clever though it was, seemed a bit overkill. The wind lifted the orb but for only a moment as Cyrus clasped his hands back onto the orb, "These things usually only pose a danger when touched directly, the cloth it's wrapped in should suffice. Besides, I'd rather us be more conservative with our energy." it was the logical move, he'd reasoned. Better to just carry it by hand for now and conserve energy for when they [i]really[/i] needed it. So he elected to continue holding onto it, even if Azazel protested.

"It's not like we're carrying it a great distance anyway..." he added, having already backtracked down the hallway a good distance by this point, but decided to try and explain himself a bit further, "...I don't think this orb can do any harm in this temple. Call it an intuition, if you wish." he [i]could[/i] have tried to explain what he had heard from Ren's heart, but that would mean telling his story to someone he just wasn't ready to open up to.

At long last, Cyrus could see Arthal waiting in the ante-chamber entrance, "There was only one noteworthy object down that hall," he said to the elven master as soon as he was in earshot, "[i]This[/i]." he confirmed, holding up the cloth-wrapped orb and even unwrapping it on the top so Arthal could fully see it, but still not allowing his hand to touch it directly.