Pale eyes watched as Levani got to her feet as he did, admiring her curves, the graceful movements of someone who had a near perfect balance. Kallo couldn't help but wonder what sort of fighter she might be, even without her staff and rumored abilities. Shuddering slightly at the thought of such abilities, he pushed the images from his mind and focused on the woman in front of him as she turned and headed out into the daylight. His eyes widened slightly as the roots parted at her presence, allowing her to walk unhindered out of her home. Slowly shaking his head as he followed after her, he realized that he would just have to become accustomed to her abilities. He had searched her out, after all.<br/><br/>“I am glad you do not see me as an enemy lass. I mean you no harm and as I stated, I came to this forest in search of you... or rather rumors of a witch.” A slight click of his tongue, and another shake of his head, signaled the realization that she might find offense to being called as such. He had been around a small number of witches before, all of whom died by his sword, but each of which had left their mark on him, both physically and mentally. Their otherworldly powers made his skin crawl, the mystery and power that they wielded was something he had grown to both fear and respect. “I apologize Levani, I mean no offense. I should be more watchful of my tongue towards you.”<br/><br/>The golden streaks of the morning light hit him in the face, the warmth of the sun warming his bare skin, a small comfort amidst the growing darkness and chaos of the world. “Thank you for another beautiful morning.” The whispered prayer to his Goddess was barely a muffle as he stepped fully out of her home and lifted his pale gaze to the sky, taking a deep breath, inhaling the smells of the forest. His attention quickly shifted back to Levani as she questioned him. A small smile crept onto his lips as he watched her go about skinning the hare. Something about the way she spoke, the way the words rolled off her tongue, was entrancing. He was beginning to consider himself lucky in finding her, as she could have been quite unpleasant. Most of the witches he'd dealt with had been much less attractive and only a few of them even spoke a language he could understand.<br/><br/>“It's... well it's simply a way to address a young woman. I guess it just mean girl... but not quite so disrespectful as to call you by your gender.” A slight shrug accompanied his explanation, the word was common place among his homeland, but he had never really given it much thought. As she started a fire and began to cook, he scanned the clearing, checking for anything that might be lurking along the wood line, as well as his sword. He had no way of knowing if she had taken it, or if it was still where he had fallen the night before. “You might consider lass as a more...” Pausing a moment to choose his next words carefully, as to not put too much weight behind them, his pale gaze landed on his sword, the blade standing tall, coated in darkened blood, both red and black. “...Affectionate, or informal way, of addressing a younger woman.” The word could be used in many different ways, different tones, but he only ever used it when at ease with a woman in his presence, a simple sign of respect from him, even if it didn't come across as such.<br/><br/>Kallo continued to watch Levani as she sat down and began to clean the hide, showing skill and confidence that could only be achieved from many, many years living as she did. Like a bucket of cold water thrown in his face, it suddenly stuck him that she simply could not be as young as she appeared. She was far too confident and had finely honed skills that took years to attain, specially to be living alone in this particular forest. Unease settled across his mind as he began to try and puzzle out exactly who, or what, she really was, and what she was capable of. Had he made some huge mistake in coming to find her? The many rumors he had heard were unsettling, to say the least, but he had always focused on the fact that the forest was kept clean of the dark one's influence, and that she was supposed to be the source of power that kept it as such. Suddenly aware that he was completely unarmed and still bare to his waist, his glacial orbs glanced again to his great sword sticking from the ground.<br/><br/><i>'No. It doesn't matter. She fights the same evil that I do.'</i>With a heavy sigh, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. She had taken him in and attempted to bind his wounds, believing that he was dying. That fact told him everything he needed to know, he just had to remember that. He would simply have to trust her for the time being, regardless of how uneasy her abilities made him.<i>'You can't do this alone Kallo... you know that, and she is all you have.'</i><br/><br/>Kallo couldn't help but laugh at her request for help, a slight smirk crossing his lips as he turned his pale orbs back to her. “Aye lass, that I can do. And gladly.” Taking a few steps closer to Levani, he dropped to his haunches and looked her level in the eyes, all thoughts and worries set aside for a brief moment. “I actually came to find you, with the intention of asking the same of you.” He motioned to the tree that encircled the clearing as he continued gaze at her. “I'll help you protect this forest... but in time, I need you to help me track down the cause of the darkness and the plagues. I need your help to kill a God.” His words carried a heavy weight, the burden of duty. “You are the only other chosen I've come across that hasn't been tainted... and I simply cannot do this by myself.” Fearing that she might not agree to help, he quickly got to his feet and turned to walk back into the hovel to retrieve his armor.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, Kallo emerged from her home, his armor strapped back into place, a calm, almost serene look on his face. “Follow me to the corpses.” Without stopping to wait for his new companion, his steps took him first to his lost blade, then towards the forest, retracing the trail of blood he had left behind.