Heather
"Thank you, my prince." Winrae bowed her head greatfully, and hummed a quiet prayer to Kamara before a warmth and golden glow began to cascade over Astalios. Whether he had injuries, internal or external or none at all, they were healed and any pain would subside. As she healed him, Winrae also made sure to listen intently to Astalios's words about his dream and vision. The mention of viewing it through someone else's eyes however caused Winrae to raise a brow as she finished healing him. "So, you didn't feel it was you? Hm.. Your last one was message to *Prepare.* Perhaps it was to prepare for whoever you were looking through...?"

Winrae gave a solid gaze to the prince before the sound of squeaks and wings flapping caused the aasimar to tense and turn. Before she was fully able to, a small flash of white landed on her helmet and scurried up her armor before finally resting atop the paladin's shoulder. Winrae immediately recognized the beast as a peggabun named Pim; the pet of one of Winrae's closest and most trusted friends and allies, Essme, a fellow paladin. Hearing the frantic squeaks and yips from the small creature was immediately a red flag, because no paladin was following behind him. "Pim? Where's Essme?"

Winrae's focus almost seemed to completely be moved from the prince to the peggabun, and a noticeable look of worry seemed to wash over her face. "Uh..- my lord, I apologize for this but I believe a close friend of mine may be in trouble."
Jo
"My thanks to you, Dame Kaliyah, for your care and dutiful conduct." *He exhaled as the magic washed over him, curing a few sore muscles.*

"Then this is a most opportune time for Essme." *His helmet, as if attracted to him by magnetism, shot towards the rest of his armor and was absorbed back into its pattern. The warhammer, forgotten for the moment, made its way to his hand in the same fashion, slamming itself into his palm.*

"She finds herself with allies ready to aid her, and with resources at their command. Can this pegabun lead us to the friend of yours? If so, I believe that we are ready to aid her. I will be guarded on my journey, of course." *Astalios's helmet once again flowed in waves of silver to clamp onto his head, the unornamented frogmouth helm characteristic of his propensity toward practicality, rather than show. A ring of gold resembling a crown, however, still circled the helm, seamless with the steel, as a benefit of his ability to change the metals inside it.*
Heather
"Allow me a moment, my prince. I may be able to see her in this very moment, perhaps get a sense of her surroundings or where she is." Winrae closed her eyes, and magic seemed to emanate from around her. Her vibrant red hair began to swirl ever so slightly from the power, and after moment her eyes opened once more, glowing a bright yellow. Astalios would see a paladin performing a spell, Winrae would see Essme, and what she saw practically caused the aasimar to bend the hilt of her greatsword. "A tiefling has her cornered in a desert, which can only mean Khisfire. I can begin a tracking spell through Pim, given he's her closest ally aside from myself." Winrae's voice practically seemed to cause the ground to shake with anger. 

What she saw was a purple skinned tiefling holding Essme up against a rock, shirtless and seemingly not allowing her to move. It was obvious Winrae was more than furious, as even after her spell had ended it almost looked as if her hair had turned into a burning flame. Essme was practically a sister to Winrae, though Astalios may not have been aware given the fellow paladin being stationed in Findara rather than Alynthi like Winrae. Looking over to the prince, she nodded. "Wayshrine will be quickest, though they didn't seem to be close to any civilization which tells me Ghanimara Desert. My location spell will tell us when we get to Khisfire however."

Winrae's mind had now gone into tunnel vision, made clear by the way she was practically telling the prince what they'd be doing. All that was on the paladin's mind was murdering the tiefling that dare touched her friend, her sister. Tieflings weren't worth their weight in shit in Winrae's eyes, and she planned on ensuring her sister was safe and sound no matter the cost. It was true though, Astalios may just witness a side of Winrae he had never seen.
Jo
"Khisfire it is." *He nodded along, voice echoing through the helmet, and headed off to the wayshrine immediately, breaking into a run, and then a leaping flight as his feet left the ground, magic propelling him forward faster than a bird in flight. There was nothing quite like the true rage of Winrae, he supposed, and she had even begun to change in appearance as she got angrier.*

*If a friend was in need, then there was no question that he would be just as willing to kill as she was.*