<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Felix's recollection of the death of his parents would have frighted some, but not Arsène. He nodded passively, though he would have to figure out if the young man was responsible for their deaths, the demon, or some other evil. Felix made it clear how much faith he had in Arsène, and that didn't surprise him either. What did was the young man's request that Arsène spend more time with the others, and less with him. He wasn't sure what he felt then; compassion perhaps for a man who hadn't accepted the circumstances of his death, but had accepted that his soul would most likely be lost.<br/>
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“Many have failed you,” Arsène told him, but he made no promises himself. He truly wasn't sure he could save the young man's soul, especially if this demon had been with his since birth. His sins may have been too great, but he most certainly would try to offer him what peace he could. That was all he said before leaving. Felix's body language had changed, turning in on itself. Arsène would respect that and leave him be, at least until later. He made no agreement to pay less attention to him though, and honestly he was beginning to think Felix needed him most of all.<br/>
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Arsène traveled on a humble, even tempered gelding. The animal was older, gray hairs showing throughout his otherwise pitch coat. He rode alongside the coaches, hoping his presence was enough and the captives would be able to gain some peace of mind. For part of the trip, he read out loud from his book, reins hanging slack over his gentle mount. When the little girl proved inconsolable at her isolation, Arsène even let her ride for a time in front of him, at least until exhaustion finally won out and she slumped, a tired weight against him who could hardly keep her eyes open. Arsène had one of the guards move her after she'd fallen asleep, back to her prison.<br/>
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Next, they would stop and set up camp. Arsène was always amazed at the efficiency in which the powerful men worked, able to erect and take down canvas in a matter of hours. The high priest was given a tent to himself out of respect, and perhaps a little unease at the idea of sharing a space with such a holy man. Arsène kept his accommodations humble, packing no more than what he could fit in a single trunk. Once the tent was up, his trunk was placed beside his fold up cot, and his rug laid out for prayer.<br/>
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Arsène saw to the little girl first, sitting with her once more after a meal until she fell asleep once more. After that, he went and saw the other two fed, but instead of going to Felix, he asked that the young man be brought to his tent. Arsène was tired, and as far as he could gather the young man wasn't naturally violent. He believed that the demon wouldn't be able to act in violence against him either, since he was a man of god.<br/>
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“Are you sure? Why that one?” the man questioned, and Arsène didn't even turn to look at him.<br/>
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“Do not attempt to question god's will,” was all he said, as he went to get his, and Felix's dinner. It was simple fare; stew and stale bread, but Arsène refused to take some of the finer cuts of meat simply because his position would allow it. He'd eat as his subjects would eat. The bowls were set on the ornate rug carefully, and Arsène had folded himself in prayer awaiting his next visitor. It was late, late enough Felix most likely thought he'd been forgotten.</span></span>