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Eila appreciated Ermes' curiosity towards her magic. There was something so earnest and wholesome about his sincere questioning that reminded her of the days were she always wanted an answer to everything. It lifted her spirits a touch, and she figured if they were going to be walking, it would make for good conversation. She was certain that while she may have been the least experienced she was likely the most educated of the group. Not that that helped her much in the fight, but she would have to make sure to better apply herself. Moping around and feeling sorry for herself was unproductive and just silly. They were all alive, she was the only one that got hurt, and they had a job to finish. Even if she was sure that she wouldn't make the cut, the polite thing to do would be to see things through to the end.

[color=palegreen]"Aether is the energy of magic, manifesting within the Aetherborn and granting them various magicks depending on their classification,"[/color] Eila decided to explain. [color=palegreen]"I am a [i]Physical Animas[/i] Aetherborn; Azaiza has blessed me with the ability to manipulate aether within living beings that carry aether within them. During my tenure at the academy, I specialized in healing, so patching up my leg was trivial as I have much experience manipulating my own aether."[/color]

She hoped her explanation was simple enough. She did sometimes ramble and was sure her eyes were green out of sheer happiness from getting to educate Ermes, but sometimes she was too used to speaking to peers that had the same experience. She wouldn't count the group as such, but she wasn't dismissive. On the contrary, everyone had done wonderfully during the battle.

Except her.

The elf focused on the path for the most part, doing her best to remain neutral. She somehow managed to hold back a groan as Cerric decided to discuss the day. For one, she'd argue that they were definitely aware of just how dangerous those creatures were. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, for one, and for another, even if they weren't out of the ordinary, wild wolves looking to snack on Esvelee's horse was still dangerous. That said, her eyebrows shot up as Cerric revealed that they were inflicted with rot. As far as she was aware, it wasn't a natural occurrence. 

That thought felt heavy on her shoulders, but she didn't have much time to think on it as Cerric then turned his attention to her injuries. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, forcing herself to give a tight-lipped smile. Was he trying to frighten them? Unless the creatures had been licking her paws, she wasn't [i]infected[/i] with anything! She stopped herself from letting out a laugh at the idea of the group putting her out her misery, but her eyes were practically burning red, smile growing as Cerric patted her shoulder. This man was either more foolish than she thought or purposefully trying to sow chaos amongst them!

The only thing she actually agreed with him on was their teamwork. But it was expected, wasn't it? They were strangers for the most part, and injuries were a given, weren't they? Unless he was hinting at her future unemployment. A depressing thought, but not entirely unexpected.

But first things first. Eila raised a hand, letting out a sigh. [color=palegreen]"You needn't worry about any possible infection, had I been afflicted, I would have noticed when I healed my injury,"[/color] She decided to get that out of the way first in case Ceolfric was planning to off her in her sleep or something. She did, however, frown at Kyreth. [color=palegreen]"I had no idea you were a Primordial Aetherborn, Kyreth. I don't suppose you've had any guidance towards that, have you?"[/color]

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