What would be tangible and visible before him was an unstable form, flashing and contorting, trying to form a being, but not quite able to remain in said form.
It was clearly Eilis and yet it wasn’t.  Her lightbody almost seemed to burn and darken as lightning wirled along her body. Angry cries screamed across the Aether, as her power seemed to fluctuate from weak to extremes.
The air within the Aether was pregnant with expectation, awaiting the release of such destructive and powerful feelings, something terrible was going down and the Aether itself seemed wary, if one would consider the Aether a sentient force.
Eilis on the outside however seemed quite calm and collected as her index finger twirled and a twisted expression formed on her face.
When Arn seemed unwilling to play along she sighed as her fingers stopped. She felt the man reach out and heard his words and the warmth he was sending her way. Such a foolish thing to do…
She regarded him with indifference before she lazily made a throw away gesture. 
Instantly the hair sped forwards towards the man, when suddenly it halted again in front of him, seemingly out of balance and unable to move further as Eilis’s other hand had shot forward as it wrestled back the reigns of the hair.
A pair of hazel coloured terrified eyes glanced at Arn in worry and fear, before a flicker of relief passed over her face.
“Arn…”She uttered her bindings glowing and making her scream out in pain as she seemed to wrestle with herself again. 
“Take…Kill me!” She pleaded, before the bindings glowed brighter again as her eyes darkened over and her skin cracked a little more around the edges. No blood had come out of her yet, but watching her wrestle with whatever it was she was dealing with was painful. 
In front of Arn the hair still trembled, barely held back and the same went for Scylla’s pursuing bit. The Sorceress now back in control called her hair back to her knowing this might be the turning point for her.
A satisfied smirk formed on her lips as she was about to call on her own magic again, when the kiss of cold steel greeted her throat.
“Oh no you don’t…” Tyr said as he grabbed her by her hair, making her more compliant.
“So…you’re still alive…I’m surprised really pretty boy.” She snarked  hearing his laboured breathing.
“Spare me your concerns. Tell me why did you come here?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” She asked rolling her eyes, before groaning as Tyr didn’t put up with her attitude.
“It’s because of her?”
“Most certainly.”
“Why?”
“None of your concern princeling. Ouch! I’m a delicate flower.”
“You seem more like poison ivy to me.”
“Oh haha you’re hilarious.” She snapped back feeling the steel press closer and hear Tyrhallan growl a threatening promise.
“I will have no qualms about ending you hag, so you’d better start talking.”
“She’s one of them. One of the Children of the Tahjai. A promise and a weapon.”
Tyrhallan frowned at her words before  he asked annoyed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Scylla elbowed him, before she turned around to face him, holding him now up instead.
“You don’t know anything little prince. I doubt you even understand what I mean when I tell you she will be a key unleashing hell here on Ith. The most merciful thing to do here is kill her.” Scylla said before she released him.