“I do not defy you. I am just trying to protect her, Eilis. You, whomever you are, command a power that is too much for such a fragile vessel. I do not mean you any harm because I want no harm to fall on Eilis. Look…” he slowly lifted up a hand that had some of her blood that had collected in his palm. His other hand was still wrapped around Eilis’s waist. “I am not sure what would happen to you if Eilis dies or her body is damaged. I care not what happens to me, just please let me help her and by extension, help you.” 
It was the Master Mage’s turn to look at this bright persona. 

The bright glowing eyes narrowed further at his denial.
“I seem to recall you choking me out, you pressumptuous little matchstick.” The voice cut back sharply before he noticed her form grow a little more still at his words.
“But you speak true when you mention the frailty of this body…” The voice spoke as Eilis held up a hand and regarded it for a moment. The calculating cold eyes watched the tattoo’s and the cracks in the skin and more specifically the blood running down it.
“She is rather weak…” The unnatural voice remarked as he dropped it again looking away. “As to what happens to her well... All bodies are but living dust. We burn up, for that is what Life is. An ever consuming flame…The form dies and the soul returns to the All Mother.”
A silence fell as the battle raged on around them. 

“You wish to help her?” The glowing eyes focussed on his, contemplating the offer. Suddenly Eilis’s hand grabbed his the wrist with strength of a vice, unable to be torn from, whilst the magical bindings activated again. Clearly whatever had taken hold of Eilis was trying to connect with him, the Thread within the Aether hummed, almost singing and pulsating, as if it was a chord that had been struck correctly.
A sharp pain was felt in his heart, as she continued to hold his wrist.
“She trust you a great deal I can sense it in her.” The voice rang through his head as they somehow now had some sort of connection, a way of communicating without Eilis needing to speak.
As the war rages on around them, the voice spoke again demanding Arn’s full attention a his open eyes now saw within the Aether.
“Her body will wither and die, such is the effect of the ritual, my presence… and ultimately the outcome.”
A figure formed in his mind’s eye walking towards him, a tall humanoid shape, cloaked in shadow and flame alike. It was almost as tall as him and whilst his form was in constant motion due to the nature of how he chose to show himself, the shape was clearly depicting a male individual.
“My presence and reawakening should not have happened within her.” It lamented almost sounding disappointed.
“When they placed me inside of her they must have miscalculated, she  after all is clearly not strong enough to deal with the bindings. Yet, for all intents and purposes they chose to do so and here I find myself.” The figure held out a hand to Arn’s form within the Aether as he stepped aside showing him the sleeping form within of Eilis, clearly unable to fight back or notice anything of their conversation.
“Her Aetherial form is a rarity, a delicacy in any case.” He form spoke and despite having no face, Arn could see the invisible grin form.
“I send her to sleep, it is the most merciful thing I could do for her, after all the soul can only endure so much… ultimately when I’ve consumed her being entirely her body will be broken, there will be nothing left. So I suggest you do not get attached to her. It will only end in misery.”
The skin on his wrist started to burn within the Aether, a mark formed a glowing symbol. 
"If you wish to save her I suggest you start looking in the right place. Your path lies within the ruins of Sensaridh. This mark will help you find answers.” The voice promised. “It also allows you to contact me, without our little fae paying for it.” The figure regarded him for a moment.
“It should have been you… You would have been a far better choice for the bindings.” It remarked clinically.