[ It's not a run as much as a controlled and purposeful stroll that brings him into Emma's world. One second it's empty air, and the next there's a priest in elegant robes striding in. He glances around, taking in the woman— apparently made of diamond— and the others arrayed against her. There's no question whose memory this is, then.
He backs toward her, eying the others, with his bone staff raised and readied between himself and the danger. ]
Please forgive my intrusion. [ Always with the manners first. ] Are you well, ma'am? I can heal you.
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He backs toward her, eying the others, with his bone staff raised and readied between himself and the danger. ]
Please forgive my intrusion. [ Always with the manners first. ] Are you well, ma'am? I can heal you.