He could feel Foalan’s presence the moment he entered the airy sanctuary that was his home.  Just as much as that, he could feel the heat.  It wasn’t invasive or suffocating, like the Schi’s father’s could be.  More warmth, like sunlight.  Anael could track the energy all through the place, knowing the moment the fire Schi arrived in the doorway behind him.<br/><br/>“He is that,” Anael agreed with a faint smile, all the while watching the brilliance of Foalan working.  The skill never ceased to amaze him, of all the Arruinbith elves, but this one precious Schi in particular.  It didn’t even take long for the lineage to come up.  Admittedly, that was complicated.  It was also one of the reasons why Foalan might’ve been the only one who could save Riel.<br/><br/>“Him first,” he whispered in his first tongue.  The pain and disappointment in his voice made it thicker, and he didn’t think he could handle any other language right then without butchering it with a deeper accent.  It wasn’t that his pride had been hurt, this injury that not even he could heal, but that he felt the despair deeper than anyone else could.  He could also feel what the dying Schi was facing on the inside, and it was a terrible burden to have to shoulder.  “My hand is nothing.  We cannot let him die.”<br/><br/>He took a calming breath and moved to pull out some fresh cloths, placing them on a table beside the bed.  The bowl of water had just been refreshed before his desperate call to Foalan, so it was still good.  Anael’s heart ached and his mind raced, searching for answers, for something to do.  Being helpless in the face of something like that was throwing him off and making him second guess himself.  Deep down, he knew that the right thing to do was allow Foalan to handle it.<br/><br/>“I do not believe he has ever been to Arruinbith,” he said, trying to give Foalan more information to go off.  “If so, it must have been brief.  He counts another as his home world.  His father…  They did a lot of travelling, so he was mostly transient.  He also has another bloodline, elf, from a world called Tumnambar.  I have some texts on them in the library.  Everything is labelled…”  He trailed off, then gave another weak smile.  “But then you know that.  I will let you work.”