Gary
Noctis had spent hundreds of years learning to read people, so when he saw the aprehension of... The warforged, his eyebrow quirked up. He too tensed as the Warforged neared, but as it walked away he felt a strange sense of relief. Seeing Akira so... He wasn't exactly sure, nervous, almost *Worried* He couldn't help but worry. So his hand came up and soothingly pet her hair, stroking it back. Noctis' touch had always been soothing, perhaps a blessing from his father, perhaps because his intent wasn't cruel or backhanded. Regardless, he spoke once they were alone. 

"Very well, lets go then and get some rest, the three of us. We can discuss plans then." He muttered, scratching the back of her head before letting his hand drop. "Come then, I am... Weary." He finally admitted, though he found that holding the child gave him strength he did not even know he had. 

His head spun still as he contemplated what had happened. It wasn't that he'd activated his magic or cast any healing spell, before he'd lost his power he had never been any good with healing magic as much as he tried and gods, *GODS* Had he tried. He had hoped that perhaps he could find a way to cure Alekhyas... Infliction? If that was the word for it at all. In truth it was madness, plain and simple and yet he'd felt as if there had been more, after all, her father had been convinced that she'd join the side of the dark inevitably thanks to prophecy. How naive he'd been to think he could change fate with what weak power he had. So, what exactly had happened then? It was hard to tell through the delirium, he'd been on the verge of death, wracked with pain and operating on pure instinct and will at that point. 

It wasn't just his arms that were healed, his entire body was, every minor scrape, bruise and bump was gone. His body was exhausted but it was entirely *Healed* And felt fantastic, with some sleep he'd probably feel better than he had in a while. There would be time enough to figure things out after s

Ome sleep. "Lead the way, Akira." He said, his melodic voice always having a way of carressing someones name even when he didn't intend it.
Patrick
*The heavy sounds of metalic steps shook the ground, the Warforged began to leave peacefully yet a machine made for war to leave was comforting. No thoughts were inside of it, only gears and magical energy. The quarter god toddler was not a priority, the kitsune was not a priority nor was the man a priority. His objective changed and these three were simple bystanders. It was aware of the fate of the toddler's parents, yet saw no benefit in explaining further. The child was no threat, should it grow into a threat than it'll only pose a welcome challenge to it and it's allies. The kitsune guardian posed no threat to it or its objective. It showed no curiosity towards the handsome man who healed his wound instantly, such power has been recorded by those who master healing magic. Noctis held no divinity in his eyes unlike the little toddler that he held. A small hue could be seen within the little girl, as she'd blink slowly struggling to stay awake. The Warforged faded into the forest, unaware of the demigod's true identity. Based on his data on the demigods, Noctis was a very different man from who he was.*

*The soft fur over her hair felt the warmth of the man's hand, carefully listening to the melody words. Akira could understand why so many fell for the demigod, he presented a comfort that many wanted. Her eyes drifted onto his body, checking the healing power and his arm specifically. Wondering if she could cut his hand and keep it for herself, would he still feel it and could it rot away?*

```"This one is curious about how powerful the healing that Noctis possesses. But yes, rest and peace is needed to balance out the night of chaos."```
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*Akira said with a calm and confident tone, her clothes stained with ash and blood that even darken her fur. Snow that saw a bloody butcher and a wild fire. The toddler rested her head on the chest of the demigod, dead asleep as her soft breathing could be heard. The fox began to lead the way into the forest and back to the farm's direction.*

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*As the night's embrace began to fade, the creek of the morning sun began to tease it's light behind the mountains of the west. The morning birds sang their song as the trio emerged out of the forest to find the same farm. Luckily for them, it remained in one piece and unaffected by the chaos of the night. Perhaps it wasn't the goat that brought luck.*

*Noctis and Akira, especially the little toddler were welcomed back by the farmer and his wife. His wife was clearly pregnant and seemed very happy to see the young toddler. The party were given food and a room to rest in, although the farmer seemed sad to not see his beloved goat.*

*The farmer was aware of the war monks and the survivors, proudly mentioning he wasn't scared by the sight as luck was soon to be with him as he expected the party to return with his lucky goat. His wife would shush him and lead the trio to take some well deserved slumber.

*The room was that of a low class home, yet it was clean and tidy. Modest bedding and a warm flame, fresh rainy air and a safe environment. Noctis found himself laid back on a floor bed, the toddler rested on him and Akira joining him. Exhausted and drained not a lot was said, as the morning came, the three fell into a deep slumber.*

*Noctis found himself in a dream, it was simple yet odd. He sat down on a bed with a woman tucked in the bed, first he saw Alekhyas. Her face radiating joy and peace, putting her hand over his. Before letting go and pulling away. Her voice as beautiful as it was cold, her words sank deep into the man's heart.*

```"Was thee not worthy? Replaced again and again. Why."```
Gary
The farmer was strange, his obsession with the goat nearly worrying, yet he was still kind enough to open his home and for that Noctis was grateful. If he'd had his old powers he could ha-, well, he'd thought that too often of late. There was no point lamenting what he'd lost when he needed to figure out and master what he had now. 

Which was a bed and warmth enough to lull him into a deep slumber. He stroked the toddlers hair, finding an incredible comfort in the child he had only just met and let Akira onto his shoulder to sleep, and soon he was fast asleep- his last thought strangely of Eliza. Was this feeling why she seemed to treasure being a mother so much? Would this have been his life with Alekhya had things worked out differently? 

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"Leks..." He whispered, gazing at her face. She'd been his first love, his first everything. For hundreds of years, for such a long part of his life, she'd been his whole world. She'd been his drive, the reason he'd given himself to Scipios cause in a vain attempt to make her dream come true. 

*Dream, it's a dream Noctis.* 

That small voice was barely a whisper though, and he flinched as if slapped as she spoke. She'd divorced him while the war raged on, that separation had caused both of them to spiral. Well, perhaps he'd already spiraled. Still, Alekhya was a part of himself that he could never get back, she'd hated him with everything she was by the end and then she'd died- and there was no getting that back. 

"Your words are harsh and haunting, when I've never wed another since we parted." He responded, sitting still as a statue upon the edge of the bed, a beautiful and agonized statue.