An amused smile sat on Haemar's face as his companions played about in either jest, seriousness, or just relaxation. It was good they were doing so as well. When the forces of evil drew close and threatened to overwhelm it was the best defense to always keep your mind light and mood bright. At least that was what he had been told by his teachers and that was something he took to heart. He agreed with Wick's assessment of the situation and knew lingering for too long would be a disasterous choice. When things seemed so peaceful and serene it was oft just a calm breeze before the storm. He would enjoy that calm breeze a little though. Haste to be sure was the call of the day, but, trekking without being prepared or ready would be even more foolish. 

His attention flicked to the solitary cleric for a moment before he heard Teodore yelling about people undressing. His golden eyes flicked back to the side of the lake where most of his comrades gathered. He was about to say something in defense of Thea pulling off her breastplate when suddenly she snatched the mask from the young templar's face and replaced it with a little kiss. He knew there was something lingering between the two of them but neither had been brave enough to act on it. It seemed the bold paladin he'd known for decades was willing to take the first step. Best to make sure the templar did not get away from this unscathed, "Oh, Theodore." Haemar called, voice filled with his own dry humor, "I think you may need to work on your reflexes. Were she a snake she might have bitten you. Or, would that have been something you would be interested in?" he questioned, teasing the poor sheltered boy before he turned and walked after Wick. He hoped Theodore would turn a shade of red that might make the loveliest rose ashamed but he would have to hear about that afterwards. He had contributed to the situation and that was enough for him. 

Haemar announced himself as he stepped up beside Wick with a clearing of his throat, not wanting to startle her. He looked out over the landscape she was observing with his arms crossed before his chest. "You spoke wisdom back there." he expressed simply. "Whatever brought us here is beyond me in scope and level of power. My best assertion is that we have been transported somewhere [i]Other[/i]." He stressed the last word, giving it more meaning than it might otherwise have had. He did not want to speak what he suspected, that they had been moved to some other place of existence, but, he was unsure if those places even existed and had not gathered enough information to make that a certain statement. He looked over at Wick and saw her shifting slightly, obviously experiencing a bit of discomfort. "Is there something wrong Sister Wick?" he asked, arching one dark brow in curiosity. "Are the disrobing antics of our compatriots unsettling you? I would think you might be used it by now." 

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