[center][color=green][h3]Lewa[/h3][/color][/center]

Although he hadn’t hesitated to ask this small stranger for help, Lewa didn’t expect her to do what she did next. After providing him and Rayne with a rather grandiose introduction that confirmed some sort of shared origin with the one who called herself Sanae, Remilia decided to throw her lot in with the two of them and help expedite their search and recovery. To Lewa, that was a welcome surprise.

Back home on the island of Mata Nui, it was true that matoran didn’t always get along, and the different tribes might have different ideas of how to best serve and protect their people, but the differences and disagreements between matoran never escalated into conflict and strife. They were, after all, one body, one family of brothers and sisters bound by the virtues of unity, duty, and destiny. Even their leaders, the wise and venerable Turaga, had once been a part of the same team just like the Toa Mata were now. Life on Mata Nui wasn’t easy, what with dangerous rahi and now the Bohrok hordes, but the matoran lived in relative harmony with one another. In this world, that wasn’t the case. In the brief time Lewa spent here, he’d seen people fighting and killing one another without a second thought. Helpless villagers slaughtered by their own kind. It boggled Lewa’s mind, and he could only assume that was just how things were here. As such, encountering a friendly and helpful stranger in this world helped shore up Lewa’s spirit a tiny bit. Maybe these organics weren’t all bad.

Now a trio, the seekers descended the dark, treacherous stairs to find the source of the infant’s cry that Remilia identified. As they went, Rayne shed some light on what exactly they were looking for. "I see. Thank you," he replied, nodding sagaciously. Small people...growing like plants? What a novel concept. Since he lacked the vampire’s sense of smell, Lewa put his trust in her to lead him through the dark, his hand never far from the shaft of his axe. The others could disappear into the darkness down here, hiding in the same shadows that could shroud unknown threats, but between his glowing eyes and heartlight Lewa knew he was a prime target should anything be lurking in the gloom. Instead of hidden enemies, however, the three found a body, stained with the red fluid that by now Lewa associated with the loss of life. “Oh no,” he murmured, echoing Rayne. As unfamiliar with medicine as he was with organic biology, he could only assume that the poor woman was already dead. At least it seemed like the ‘infant’ could still be saved, but just the thought of telling Marcus about his wife’s demise brought Lewa great anguish. What was he going to do?

Given the circumstances, he couldn’t help but be baffled by Remilia’s carefree attitude. Did this loss of life mean nothing to her, either? Only when she took action did Lewa begin to realize he might have been mistaken. He watched, perplexed, as she did…something…to Elaine. After a moment, she declared that the woman would be fine. Lewa stared between the two in silence, his wide eyes saying [i]just like that[/i]? It seemed impossible, but then again, it was just another in a long string of impossibilities. Lewa decided not to question it. It seemed like Remilia had been right: these villagers really were fortunate that she’d been here. The toa didn’t want to think about how this would have ended if only he and Rayne reached this place, so rather than fret about the past, he began thinking about what to do next.

“Excellent!” He clapped his metal hands, his infectious joy lighting up the dreary underground space. “We will have happy-good news for Marcus!” Just as he went to pick the humans up so that he -being the biggest and strongest of the three- could carry them back to town, Rayne reminded him that she could just teleport everyone right back to where they started. Though the door down here did make him curious, he saw no reason to prolong the villager’s reunion. “Our task is complete. Let’s not linger-wait a second longer!” he urged the others. “Whatever damaged the wife could return at any moment, after all.”