Envy's eyes narrowed at the assassin when he pulled his weapons from the shadow. It made him a bit uneasy. He'd seen it in his own people, but the way the Shadow Elf had much more control made Envy weary. 

A plan. “Huh, well, fixing ourselves comes first. Just enough to where we can move. Or in your case, see.” It was clear the elf was having trouble focusing. He sighed, fighting the urge to cough again. “The sibling hatred is mutual.” He offered, his hand going up to his maimed ear. Vier'na had done that to him before he'd left them, had taken her jagged tooth dagger to him, declaring him a traitor. It had been a pain he'd never experienced before, and his sister used to torture him constantly, so that was saying a lot. Even now, all these years later, it burned and pained under his touch. “Kill as much of them as you want.”

“[i]Do you know anybody else who can fight?[/i]”
Envy frowned when Taris brought up Ruli. “He may help. Mostly for me, then for Aera. They don't work well together, after they effected one another.” He grimaced at the memory. “But he'll do as I ask. I'll send word.” He leaned toward the pitcher and poured himself more water, his throat dry. “He can fight, and fight well. He was my best until Aera came long and knocked him to the ground.” Envy smiled. “You should have seen it, Assassin. She was barely alive, could barely hold herself up. Looked kind of like you, with the squinting and headaches. And in a matter of seconds, he was on his back in the mud with a broken nose and a knife at his throat. She just stood over him and smiled.” The Kartaian chuckled and flew into another coughing fit, bending forward to be sick over the edge of the bed, shaking. “Nng.” He groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he lay down, covering his face with his arms. He was so long his legs fell over the end of the bed frame. “Other than him, Russel and Hadhen might want to join. They like Aera, and loved Arauka. But they're young, I'm not sure I want them to come along.”

Envy wheezed, sweat running down his sides, as he focused on talking. “I can lead you to where they are, possibly where they'll keep her, but it wont be easy. They'll know I'm coming, at least, and put more wards up around her.” He turned his head and peaked at the Shadow Elf from between his arms. “Hear me, Taris. We need to get to her fast. I know what they wanted her for, and, as strong as Aera is, she won't be able to fight for long.”