“I am fine Eilis. My men know what to do and how to survive. You are my mission now. One I am glad to take.”
She looked at him in sheer disbelief feeling her breath stop for a moment, before she watched the enemy turn their eyes towards them. 
She was shocked to see Tyrhallan so easily order them to continue and turning his wyrm, promising to take care of them.
She had trouble simply accepting what she was seeing, how readily they were willing to defend her. The kind of protection she had always read about, from her storybooks. About noble knights and powerful men willing to defend what they believed in and to protect those they loved.
She felt the Aether surge and swell with all the use of it surrounding them, it felt like a terrifying storm that was inching closer ready to swallow her whole.
And they were running away from it for her sake…Hers.
She was no one special. She wasn’t even capable of defending herself let alone those she cared about. She felt her bindings flicker for a moment, as if her body was responding in kind, but it was beaten down by the binding magic instantly.
Eilis had gotten used to the shocks at this point, its familiar sting wasn’t nearly as powerful as a full blast of it was and could perhaps still be used. Maybe if she kept her magic’s level low she might get away with working some of it properly again, building it up over time instead of instantly releasing it as she was used to.
She was pulled from her thoughts when a new group Vaimese soldiers honed in on them and Arn gave her the reins, intending to fight them.
“Take the reins, keep the Wyrm straight.” Using the strength of his legs he attempted to stand up. His eyes began to glow and she felt the manipulation of the Aether. Arn utilized the already heavily charged skies sending pure lighting streaking from his hands towards the incoming Vaimese. 
The murderous blue lightning left nothing but burned husks of what once been people.
As Arn sat back he took the reins from Eilis and prodded their mount deeper in the skies past the barricaded of clouds for the open air. 
Eilis noticed him looking back and whispered.
“He’s still very much alive…his presence is hard to miss.” She smiled at small smile at that.
She turned slightly towards Arn placing a hand on his chest. She closed her eyes linking with him so he could feel it too and maybe see what she saw within the mind's eye. 
A warm dancing breath of air, whirling and spinning like only true wind could. It snuffed out smaller fires and dispersed other elements rather easily. It was magical to watch, like the flight of a bird or the whirling of a hurricane.
But there was something else in the background too, darkening her visions 
It represented itself a black fire, within the mind’s eye, its heat clawing and hungry, whilst it tore at the earth, gnawing at its soil and burning the life out of it, making it bleed.
Eilis frowned feeling a lot of different presences as well finding it hard to keep her mind focused on just Tyrhallan with the other’s presence being there, but things were made a little easier when Tyrhallan’s energy moved into the direction of it.
“Arn…” She uttered with fear in her voice sounding terribly uncertain. “Maybe we should go back…something feels terribly wrong.”