Teresa
Myhan panted as he turned the street leading to the alley, grimacing as he clutched the side of his chest.

Shit, his old wound was acting up. It had slowly gotten better over the years, and somehow finding a sense of purpose with his barony had done wonders for his well being- his spirits felt lighter, his limbs more limber, and even his scarred lung was giving him less trouble then before, but it seems that this particular impromptu foot sprint had agitated it.

At the very least Cuo made it easy with her crude use of mana, or his heart might just have burst from the strain of going on a wild goose chase.

Narrowing his eyes as he scanned the alleyway, he sensed something oddly familiar. Was Cuo here? What shortcut would lead her to here in the first place?

He took a slow step in. And then he felt it. 

A dark Miasma expunged from a figure in the middle of an number of supplies laid there. Sowing the winds with a foul taint that might as well have been a hurricane to Myhan's senses. He was not that proficient at detecting magic, really- not like Sirdan, but he was a spiritbinder who knew death magic and the currents of emotion might as well have been a hurricane of turmoil to him.

What was going on?

His brow furrowed further as he took another step. And another.

As his footfall quickly hastened, he opened his mouth.

"Cuo? You there?" He stated, cleanly but with the slightest hint of hesitation.
Jimmy
*As soon as Myhan opened his mouth, the mage's head turned towards him like a doll in a horror movie. Her usually cheerful eyes were a now almost a pitch black, burning with hate. Cuo stood up much more quickly than she's ever moved, and expressed her emotion by gathering it into a sphere of red-hot flames, thrusting it to Myhan and preparing to engulf him with the fury of hell-*

"Oh, Myhan."

*As soon as she realized who it was and what he was carrying though, the flames immediately died out and her expression returned to normal with a sniffle and seemingly tears in the corner of her eyes.*

"....That was mean."
Teresa
The old commander felt a old tingle of danger down his spine upon Cuo's initial gaze, and did bend his knees reflexively as Cuo conjured a malicious ball of fire, taken aback but ready to subdue her if needed-

And she saw all the energy leave her being leaving behind a frail, saddened girl underneath those layers of smouldering hate.

Myhan stood there for a moment, watching her wallow in sorrow with not even rats and bugs wanting to keep her company before he sighed, marching over.

She would feel the warmth of a massive palm gently patting her on the back, somehow soothing despite the immense strength clearly contained within it, as the giant crouched low beside her.

"It was." He admitted sincerely and solemnly "I'm sorry."
Jimmy
*The sniffles soon turn to tears as Cuo was patted, the well of emotion overflowing and uncontained. She kept her head down as it eventually turned to sobs as Myhan used his words to comfort her.*

"P-please don't do anything like that again-"

*Cuo seemed to be making a fuss over a seemingly small prank; those who were more attentive would then deduce that it probably wasn't the first time she experienced this. Indeed, years ago, she had fallen victim again and again, growing cautious, then letting her guard down to fall victim again.*