The relief that washed through Kol’s body when she felt Remi was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.  Remi was a job.  If that were true, why was she so worried?  Yes, it was her job to ensure that he stayed alive long enough for her to get the information she needed, but if he died in an attack then it could be explained.  It would be frustrating, but the blame wouldn’t be on her.  Why was she so anxious about him? It made no sense…<br/><br/>Her eyes came back to focus and the first person she saw was Reinard.  She knew that he had understood what she was doing.  Her breathing was calming down a bit, but it was still too rapid.  She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.  She didn’t understand the reaction or the need to find Remi.  It wasn’t a want.  The urge to find him was immediate and intense.  She didn’t try and hide any of it.  There was no point.  They had all seen her breakdown.  It was real and, honestly, she wasn’t sure she would be able to hide it if she wanted to.<br/><br/>She stared at Reinard for a few moments letting him see that what she was feeling was real and it was not an act.  There were streaks in the dirt along her cheeks where the tears had fallen. Finally, she looked away and got up.  The adrenaline was fading and with her abilities dampened to the extent that she was suppressing them, she was exhausted.  It showed in the way she moved as she walked behind Ollie and Daniel.<br/><br/>She lost the connection to Remi.  She tried to keep it open, but she couldn’t hold on to it.  She would search and feel him for a moment, but it would dissipate.  She tried to focus on anything else to keep her mind occupied so that she didn’t try and follow the instinct she had to find the angel.  It was that focus that led her to Daniel.  Her attention focused on him, his movements, his scent.  Something was wrong.  He smelled like prey.  He smelled sick.<br/><br/>Her head tilted to the side as she watched him.  He was winded and tired.  He was slowing as he walked and taking time to lean on the wall when he could.  She moved closer to him and caught a scent that was familiar, but she couldn’t place it.<br/><br/>When they made it to the opening, she looked around.  She knew that Remi wouldn’t be here, she would have felt that, but she saw the disappointment on the others faces.  This is where the others would be coming, if they survived.<br/><br/>She walked over to Daniel and knelt in front of him.  She looked so small compared to him, but there was a look on her face that they may not have been used to from her. She didn’t seem so meek and scared.  She had worked with the doctor at the camp, but even before that she knew how to help heal people.  She had only done it to heal so that someone could be tortured again, but here at camp she simply healed and taught the doctor a few things that he didn’t know.<br/><br/>“May I look at your arm?”  She looked at him as she spoke so that he could see what she was saying.  She waited, and when he held out his arm she was gentle when she took it into her hands.  She touched her fingers around the slash.  Her nostrils flared slightly and she smelled that scent again.  Suddenly, she knew what was wrong.  She could smell it and once she could smell it she could see the slight greying of the edges of the wound.<br/><br/>She looked up at him again.  The problem was, she wasn’t sure how to explain it.  She looked concerned and then her gaze found Reinard.  She looked like she was struggling to find the words to say, and she was.  She didn’t know how to say it in words that they would understand, but Reinard would.  Her voice was determined as she spoke to him, “Heriotza Motela.”<br/><br/>She needed him to understand.  She had been among humans, but not like him.  Sometimes it was hard for her to express what she needed to say in a way that they would understand.  This was one of those times.  She spoke in the demonic language.  She could explain that away by being raised among demons, it was true, it was all she knew.  Some demons only spoke their language and some of the human slaves had learned to pick it up to avoid more pain for not understanding orders.<br/><br/>Roughly translated it meant slow death.  When she saw the realization on his face and she spoke again and simply said one word. “Kukudh.”  It was a particularly nasty type of demons that they used on raids.  They used them to attack the stragglers that survived the initial attack.  Kukudh rarely killed their victims immediately.  They preferred to slash or bite them and then leave them alive because they left the victim poisoned.  The wound would begin to rot and then spread throught the body.  It would take days, but it was a horrific death.  It had a very high success rate.  It was extremely rare to catch it in time to cure the poison.  There was a short window where the poison could be burned from the body.  Daniel was within that window.  Most of the time it wasn’t recognized in time to stop it.<br/><br/>“Help me explain to him.  We have to act quickly... “  She was serious and almost pleading.  She was simply acting on instinct and not questioning why she felt the need to save this human.  But her thoughts were interrupted by a feeling she hadn’t been expecting.  Her gaze snapped toward the opening before the two women walked into the clearing.  Liza.  An arch angel...what were the odds?<br/><br/>She did not stand up, nor did she speak.  She kept her act.  Liza had never seen her in this form and she wasn’t entirely sure the woman would care, but just in case she would stay as she was.  She moved closer into Daniel, seeming to not notice the blood that was running onto her hands. She watched as the whip wrapped around Liza’s wrist.  Her eyes darted to Reinard, he had to know what she was….