The conversation at an end, both djinns shifted their attention back to the elf - completely by coincidence, of course. Verdant could almost smell it, the all too familiar air of despair and resignation. It dredged memories unpleasant enough to elicit a frown.

[b][color=#38b000]"When you stumble, lost and at your last gasp, a help can make a world's difference."[/color][/b] The serpent carefully hedged, knowing that this sort of decision wasn't one to be made under other's influence. She can only help make it clear what the options entails, and let Jazdia choose her own path. [b][color=#38b000]"But you will need to be wary of whose hand should be grasped, yes? Salvation and ruin are sometimes hard to distinguish."[/color][/b] Emerald eye flickered to the curator, measuring the odds of treachery. Unlikely, but she knew well how deep of an abyss the mind could be. [b][color=#38b000]"Do you trust Theriadore's legacy?"[/color][/b]