The young shield hero stood there next to Cole absently rubbing his left arm as his eyes were fixed on the last rites being performed by Auriel.  He marveled at what he saw.  Despite being in this world for almost a week he was still not used to the idea of magic.  Yes, he had seen castles, knights, and people who looked like animals but still the idea of the manifestation of magic was fresh in his mind. 

In his mind, he still thought of his winged companion as a heavenly host from the church stories of his world.  He had heard the preacher do a sermon on the last battle between good and evil.  As he had seen her battle, he could only imagine an entire army of lovely war angels. Yet despite her proficiency in battle, situations like this made her larger than life as she cared for the everlasting soul of men who had but minutes ago tried to end her life at the least and perform hideous acts to her at the worst. 

 As she spread her wings to their full extension he gawked.  She looked beautiful standing there covered in radiance and with bodies of the dead at her feet. For all intents and purposes, she looked like the very embodiment of war angel.  If he had read more, he would perhaps equate her to the Valkyries of northern myths that took the souls of the valiant to the mead halls of the Norse gods. 

Fer averted his eyes a bit as the light intensified towards the apex of the rite. Then darkness rushed in to greedly swallow the light.  She assured the that their spirits would not torment the living as their hosts had done while alive.  That was a good  turn out the hero supposed and he nodded towards her appreciatively. 

His face then shifted to a perplexed look when he noticed the feeling wash through her features.  Fer knew that she had been a leader of men in battles before.  Surely she had seen death of that was no doubt.  So it was not regret of killing that plagued her like it did Cole.  So instead, he could only assume that she had lost somebody she cared for or in her care.  He felt sad for her.  That was the curse of all leaders.  They are gifted with followers.  Unfortunately, they are also likely to follow one to their deaths. 

Fer walked over to her and placed a supporting hand on her shoulder.  [color=0054a6]"I am glad to have you on our side."[/color] He smiled at her showing her the full meaning behind his words.  He truly cared for her despite the short time together.  He cared for Cole as well.  He even cared for the world he now existed in.  He cared for the people of this world like the poor farmer he  could see peeking his worried face at them from the windows of the farm house.

[color=0054a6]"But I agree with you. I think the mama bear will be more trouble than the pups" [/color]