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Eranah had already put her work away by the time the hobgoblins had started firing upon them. Following Lily's orders she took cover behind a nearby tree and responded to the request. "There is more to Ilmater than simply helping those in need. There is also punishing those who would bring suffering to others." She responded, answering the question while also not doing so. Preferring to show rather than tell. A goblin entered her line of sight and she decided this would be the perfect time to do just that. Wheeling around the tree she muttered a quick prayer charged with magical energy. Looking directly at her foe she held the holy symbol out in front of her, a large chunk of lava issuing forth from it. Hitting the mark and sending it reeling in searing pain. She quickly retreated back behind the tree to begin her next work. "I have many more tricks, as you would call them." She spoke out.
Largely ignoring the chat around them Eranah looked over the picture. Rolling up her current piece and pulling out a fresh sheet of paper. "Your mother was talented, with a bit of training she would have been a great artist." She said as on the new paper she started to draw something similar to the picture he had shown her. Taking her time with the drawing as she added the usual Deva touches. Though this was done from a different perspective. Instead it was being taken from an angle where a woman was shown drawing the scene. In such a way as she didn't need to worry about facial features. The woman appeared to be almost radiating light as the other two smiled and played. The scene having much more detail and action. However it was clear this was not done to prove that Eranah could be a better artist, but to instead capture a scene outside a scene. Almost a kind of drawn memorial. "I hope you do not mind, I find things like that inspire me somewhat." She said as she continued. "As it is a moment in your life, when I have finished I will hand it over to you. You may do as you will with it, but know amongst the Deva this is not a simple thing."
"If Batche were ok with that plan, it may not be the worst idea. Saying we are delivering her to a land on the opposite side of the area could explain our path of travel. As for explaining myself, simply saying I am a hired healer should prove sufficient. It is not uncommon for clerics to accompany trade caravans to care for any sick or injured. In fact, with Deva being formed as opposed to born. I could pose as a newly reborn Deva of Ilmater, given my armor by the church so that I might survive the journey to a holy site where I might serve. It fits what people know of the Deva and I could still act as myself, I would just have to make sure I don't speak of life experiences from more than perhaps a couple months ago." Eranah chimed in, glad that she was not an angel of a good of truth, that would have made this all much harder really. At this point she went back to her drawing, taking in the praise as she continued. "Thank you, art is something I've always enjoyed and been good at. From all I've seen and read it seems to be a common trait in us. Down to what we draw and how we draw it. I can't say I mind, it is a very relaxing thing." While he mentioned more technical aspects of his art she preferred to think of the content and overall elegance and beauty of the piece. "I'm pulling from the memory of my creation. It was a holy site of Ilmater, a town had formed around it over the years. The sick, ailing, and oppressed tended to go there in order to try and find help. Many found it there, few did not. It was a place of hope and healing, rather natural I would appear there." She explained, wanting to help him focus less on the how and more on the why of what she was doing.
"It doesn't bore me at all. I have helped many with just such a thing. Reading is a very useful skill, and self-teaching to this level is very good. I've known many older than you who couldn't read a word of any language, even those who could speak three or more but couldn't read any. In fact, some of the smartest and wisest people I've met were illiterate." She replied wit a smile, using her hands to lightly open his own, attempting to gently get him to relax. "I can certainly pull some memories of stories I've read and transcribe them for you should you complete that reading." She said, deciding it might help him relax if she began to draw. Eranah pulled out her drawing tools and paper and began to draw the place of her 'brith' from memory. It had been a small temple in the heart of a truly ailing town, a place where many of Ilmater's faithful congregated to receive his blessing and aid. The priests had helped many but plenty of people always arrived to make sure their work was never truly done. The angelic and holy motifs showing through as the work almost seemed to contain a bit of the holy energy and feel of the place. With multiple Deva and angels around as every person who was obviously suffering held a look of peace in their eyes.
Eranah decided the best thing to do was to aid him in his reading. Helping him to pronounce the pointed out words or give their meaning. She was incredibly educated herself, so the reading was not the most challenging of pieces for her. Some pictures might bring a brief flash of recognition from a past life. A similar landscape or scenario. "Are you self-taught?" She asked simply and without judgment as he continued.
"That's only natural, and there is no shame in taking harsh words to heart even as you know you shouldn't. I've seen many strong men and women do the same. The trick is to remember that you shouldn't. If you do it will pass in time." She continued to council, feeling him begin to relax somewhat as the continued. It was always nice to be of use this way she felt.
"Eranah, and I wouldn't put too much stock in the opinions of people you have only just met. There will be many opportunities to revise any first impression you gave. Though many will respect the fact you did not simply sacrifice your morals because it went against the will of others. Once tensions have calmed those who may have harsh words now will likely soften them upon reflection. Many are angry now, their words tainted by their feelings. None of it aimed at you." She replied, sitting close enough that the conversation could be relatively private while at the same time being respectful of any space he may want. Her hand not leaving his shoulder. "So do not take their words to heart, as they were spoken in anger. We are often our worst selves in that state."
Eranah saw and felt the pain the young man was feeling. It was a dull thing, not as stinging as sorrow but it was pain all the same. Moving to sit next to him she spoke to him. "While we may have disagreed I did not think your actions were dumb. I myself am grappling with my own feelings about what he has done and what may be for the best. What you did was brave and righteous. You stood up for your beliefs, it is a very admirable thing. Even if others disagree. In fact, while most paladins would not agree with your actions, they would most certainly respect them." Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. As it was now she used every ounce of charisma she had to make sure her true words would reach him and the full impact of them would be felt. Hopefully a showing of respect and caring would aid him in at least some small way.
Eranah remained silent during this. On the one hand she did not want to have to call for the death of one who seemed repentant, and on the other he had killed so many. Taking away their chance at their own freedom and their hope they might yet survive. He had turned his back on those he had sworn to protect and then claimed that it was an act of mercy. "I won't call for his head, but his sins are great and near impossible to atone for in whatever time he may have. Eventually his mind will deteriorate and the hunger he already feels will likely consume him. Undoing any good works he may have done with more pain and suffering. I wish to hope that he might atone for his sins, but perhaps that is best done in the next life where his atonement cannot be undone." She said, voicing her own conflicted thoughts. She was angry, but she was keeping her emotions contained as it was unbecoming for a Deva to display any fury she may feel. She had to hold herself to be better than that. Though even Ilmater felt rage at those who had caused suffering to those who had done such acts as his. Lily let out a sigh. "I'm not going to attack you. What in the name of the Gods are you doing? You are putting your life at risk to protect a child-murdering undead monster. I'd admire your courage if I wasn't too busy being flabbergasted by your stupidity."
As he finally explained the full story she could not help but be disgusted now. She had hoped that there had been something truly worth it to justify it. Yet here he was saying he had done it because he thought it was right, that was no reason in her eyes. He had given up hope and convinced himself it was worth it. "I cannot believe a paladin of Illmater would give up hope on the injured and suffering. The God on the Rack would never have agreed with the mercy killing of an entire town. Maybe the worst individuals, but it sounds as if you had turned on those who needed you most. Illmater have mercy on you." At this point she was standing her own disgust and dismay at the actions of the paladin in the name of her god lighting a fire in her as the full comprehension of his actions dawned on her.
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