Alionna felt her heart jump as she recognized the elven man before he dropped his hood. A wave of relief washed over her, for a month she had no idea of what became of her closest and oldest friend. After she had suffered the wound that almost took her life, the rest of her group pressed ahead and took on the demon lord, she had made it back to the camp and after that she hadn't heard anything from the archer. 

The priestess saw Garen come in for a hug, she braced herself for the incoming pain that was sure to follow. The mans embrace was welcomed, however, her cursed flesh burned sending agony throughout her body. Alionna let out a soft whimper biting back a scream. The priestess composed herself as Garen let her out of his embrace. 

"I thought you were as well..." She relied as she looked up into the man's eyes. "After the demon lord fell everything turned to chaos and many of our allies either died or followed the Hero--" Alionna stopped herself as if she chocked on the word, "the betrayer." She corrected herself with a snarl then continued. "I had hope you'd escaped, I couldn't even imagine the thought of you following Sven in his madness...but your here."  

Alionna smiled and placed her hand on Garen's upper arm, "you look awful," she remarked with a snicker. The priestess whispered a spell and divine light began to fill the archer as a familiar surge of energy swelled within him, healing any wounds and restoring any lost energy. However, it did very little for his hangover. 

The Priestess looked to the demons of the party as some began to fan out, just being in their wretched presence filled her with uneasiness. just a month ago they were slaying the loathsome creatures and now they were just standing shoulder to shoulder with humans. "What is this alliance with these monsters," she says as if just the thought of such a thing caused her illness.