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The Unseelie's demise was a victory, for sure.  However, when it uttered an apology to its mother, Ethelred found himself taking and holding its emergent hand as it expired, somewhat touched by its sorrowful last words.

[color=6ecff6]"If you loved her, perhaps the goddess will consider it when you are judged,"[/color] he spoke softly, unsure if the Unseelie held on long enough to hear his words.

Following his foe's death and the retreat of the other Unseelie, he headed over to the others.  Poor Lugh was dinged up a little and smelled awful, but that was the worst of it.  Elnith had avoided injury, but the newcomer- the druid- had been unfortunate enough to be under the tree when it fell, yet seemed barely fazed by it.  In fact, she was invigorated, and even willing to continue the fight despite having just taken a blow that could've killed a person.  He certainly couldn't question her fortitude.

[color=6ecff6]"Yes, I have questions,"[/color] he responded.  [color=6ecff6]"It's not every day we meet someone whom being crushed under a tree doesn't even slow them down.  Where are you from, and where did you learn your magic?"[/color]

Someone of her magical skills could be useful to Sorcha's cause, if she was willing.  If not, she could still be a very useful contact and ally.

[color=6ecff6]"And, err, I don't suppose you know any any magic that can get the smell out of Lugh, do you?"[/color]

[@BrokenPromise]