Major Interaction: [@Hokum] & [@Candy] [i]Friend...[/i] Ren let the word float inside his head even as the rather hyperactive woman beamed at him. She was not the first one who drew a kick from his disability, and frankly, Ren never found it in him to get irritated at any of her insults. However, he did find a bone to pick towards her comments about Devlin, regarding her as a 'psycho'. Sure, killing a guard from out of the blue, diving into Death's kiss, or even bursting out in enigmatic strength could all fall into the category of crazy, but every single act that she did had been an attempt to save a life that she barely knew. It all stemmed from a desire to help someone other than herself; it was the spirit of self-sacrifice, and that, for Ren, was the antithesis to what a psycho embodied. The musician could not help but allow a gentle smile to curve his lips while his eyes trailed on the visage of Devlin slowly disappearing into the woods. She was really amazing. Quite the opposite of this young woman beside Ren who looked at everything as if it was a joke. The lightness of how she treated the situation irked the musician, knowing that countless of his brothers and sisters gave their lives to protect the civilians during the attack on Nadska. From how she treated the entire scene, Ren had an inkling that this woman only dreamed of her own benefit without a thought for the good of the masses. He turned to the strange and bubbly woman, giving her a smirk before he raised his hands. [i]'I see her as my friend. I do not know how she sees me.'[/i] Ren released a sigh before letting his right fingers dance over the tear in his habit where the sabre he now carried once pierced through him. [i]'I do not believe in destiny. But, I tire of running.'[/i] And, it was true. Every time that a problem struck at where Ren stayed, the musician decided to take the easy way out and flee for life. Whether it was the incident at Aryalli or the siege of the Desert Raiders, he left behind the problem, hoping that it never happened again. But, not this time. The strength that the young woman inspired in him was nigh on unbearable, and Ren wondered how such a mysterious stranger ever drew such courage. As of the moment, Ren never really understood why he decided to follow her. Be it a misplaced loyalty or an ardent affection, he knew that he would gladly fight by her side once more. Purple orbs challenged emerald ones with Ren giving her a fanged grin. His confidence now erased any of the lost and broken features his visage once possessed. [i]'The path she walks is not without conviction. And, only the brave have conviction. So,'[/i] He paused for a moment whilst he faced the energetic girl as she took a drink from the suspicious bottle she carried. Then, before he dashed into shadows, he looked down at her before edging his thumb to the side of her lips to wipe away a stain of the liquor. A condescending grin plastered itself on Ren's face just as he shook his head. [i]'You little lamb. Try not to hurt yourself, kid.'[/i] He placed his right finger above his eyes before pointing at her. [i]'See you around.'[/i] Then, he dashed into the woods after the rogue. --- Finally, he caught up to Devlin. He announced his presence by snapping his fingers, and when he got her attention, the musician gave a gentle wave of his hand. Walking a few paces behind Devlin as she led the way into the dark embrace of the woods allowed Ren to entertain the thoughts constantly stabbing at the back of his mind. Never had he felt as if every bone in his limb trembled with powers beyond the mortal realm until what Devlin cast on him. He could still taste on the tip of his tongue iron and honey from when Devlin bit at him too much. Which brought him to another question: Devlin was usually the cool and calm archetype, but at that moment, she seemed drunk and rabid. Was what he saw the true daughter of Despiun? The brutal claps of thunder serenaded the forks of lightning sundering their foes brought a tinge of fear in Ren's heart, but alongside was also awe. Ren knew she harbored secrets that he was not meant to know. But, as much as he believed that everyone deserved to hide some of their masks, he just could not wrap his head around what happened to him. He wondered whether that was the addicting feeling that people latch on to when they eat his flesh. He wanted to know what happened, and he knew he could get his answers straight from the horse's mouth. The lad jogged a few paces, taking in Devlin just walking on her own even though danger lurked at every corner. She was so used to her own solitude; she did things her way. Then again, things were different this time. When he walked side by side with her, Ren glanced at Devlin with an inquisitive look in his eye. Ren allowed Devlin her secrets, but not the one that just recently happened to them. [i]'So, do we talk about what happened back there?'[/i] Ren gave her a smile. [i]'My ability is my body. I make people heal, I make myself heal. But,'[/i] He latched his pinky at hers, trying to get a connection or anything that resembled what he felt back at Nadska. [i]'Never has that happened before.'[/i]