<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, her utensils resting on her plate as she silently reached for her brother's hand. The two didn't need to make eye contact for information to pass between them but in this case it was more the reaffirmation of their bond, forged in Blood and strengthened by Magic. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“and the fact that you practice the principles you speak of is the reason we trust you… well… one of them.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> her voice was soft and serious, a different side of her.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi squeezed his sister's hand, remembering when he had, without a second taught to his own life, nearly demanding the man take him instead of her, and willing to fight a mages battle he knew he didn't stand a chance at winning. There was little the two of them wouldn't do for each other.  And Lucian too, lately.</span>