Elliot winced in pain as he felt someone grab his arm and pulled him away from his destination. He turned to face Temp whom promptly started to hit him once and lecture him about the dangers. He quietly listened while patiently observing her. In spite of her clear and obvious temper, she was actually quite kind.

He took a deep breath and calmly responded with a light smile. [color=lightgreen]"Thank you, Temp. I did see it, however, I also saw it reel in agony as it bit into Lord Varric. It appears our blood is like poison to the fiend, and if that is the case then we have nothing to truly fear from them with proper planning."[/color] He rubbed his arm to soften the ache from it being pulled and then pointed toward where the fiend crawled off. [color=lightgreen]"That fiend certainly learned its lesson. I do hope the Lord avoids an infection."[/color]

He pushed the dark feelings that swirled beneath his calm composure a bit deeper. [color=lightgreen]"The native shepherd told us to be quiet, and I will definitely be quiet."[/color]

He considered Temp carefully. [color=lightgreen]"That light is not far, and I will be back."[/color]

With that Elliot pulled away from Temp and continued to walk over toward the shimmering light. All he needed was some time and space. He silently prayed to the fates that his wish would be granted.