Haemar's lips tugged into a smirk at the Asimar's flustered state at not only her discomfort from the machinations of filth that things like battle would no doubt drive into them but also at her own internal conflict. She was rather young. Many of the companions he found himself with were and all were younger than he was. He sensed the roiling dissonance in his companion. She had vows and thoughts and they seemed to clash with her instincts. All people felt this, save the most base of individuals and greatest of saints. Haemar was never one to deny himself what his instincts wanted when the time was right but locked them firmly under control when the time was not. 

With no words aside from those needed for the spell itself Haemar used the ever useful cantrip he knew to cleanse the attire of Wick and then himself. He folded his arms back over his chest and shook his head at the words she spoke to him in their shared tongue. "Subtlety is an art often lost on many. Particularly the young and fiery of heart. Try not to fret over this too much, Sister Wick. If you would like, I am here to speak with about your troubles or if you would like a meditation partner. I might not be as in tuned with the cosmos as Katia but I have spent my life in contemplation and study before all of this." he replied with an offer and hopefully some comfort for the small Celestial in Elven. 


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Haemar uses Prestidigitation on himself and Wick to clean their clothing.
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