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Saga had always avoided the dark healer because damn, did she set off every alarm bell in the poor doves sweet little mind. The ebony coat, the piercing, pale eyes -- she wasn't identical, but close enough that all Saga saw was the imposing form of Laurel standing there, disappointment twisting her features. It was the main reason the nymph had never sought out lessons before, but before, her position was not teetering upon dire. Now she had to suck it up and move past the mental wall for the betterment of, well, many. Besides, another healer was never amiss, right? Especially one who lived within the den of the Huntsman --er, Einvald.

Saga wondered idly while she walked; what would even happen now, if Joxer returned? They weren't even The Saints anymore, would he expect more power than Nyra? Would the Pets having children really be the worst offence?

Tracking the shadows scent back to her den, Saga slowed to a halt some paces from the den; she could hear movement, was confident the femme was not yet asleep, but still felt bad to call a gentle: Eldritch? Do you have a moment?