Raschen closed his eyes as the herbs caught the wind into his fur, him shuddering faintly, his fur pouring dust from the Earthen floor beneath them where the herbs touched or grazed his skin, a pant of fog leaving his muzzle as he truly felt the blessing at its core, unlike a human might who could feel a spirituality in the blessing but was unable to feel fully its effect without a blood connection to the Earth mother as the beastkin possessed.  His fur slowly returned to it's silvery sheen as the wind took the herbs from his flesh, dust falling in small clouds. His paw held her hand a bit tighter a moment, nodding to the priestess.<br/><br/>"Yes moth--" He looked down, biting hi slip as she eyed him. "Y-Yes priestess" he corrected himself, resting a fisted paw over his chest in salute before bowing.<br/><br/>He looked to Taryn, smiling softly. "We...have a rather long journey ahead of us, " he mumbled as they returned to his home.<br/><br/>He had to take a breath as the gravity of the situation washed over him. He closed the wood and wrought iron door with a faint sigh as he let her in, leaning against the door, running his paw through his braids and, raising form the door. He took a pair of bags from his combat shelves, taking identical camping gear from the shelves for them both. He had a grave look about him, the air surrounding him a might colder than in the rest of his home, even with the shuddering flames of his oil dishes.<br/><br/>Something of the situation seemed heavier upon him than upon the priestess or the warriors of his clan. He set the bags aside, opening wardrobe like cabinets full of weaponry and armor, his emerald eye looking over the gold and crimson armor of his father, a burnt gash across the chest plate, stains of blood across the gash. He closed his eyes a moment in silent personal prayer. He closed the wardrobe once more, having not removed a single item. The weaponry and armor more of a shrine to his lost father than an armory.<br/><br/>He wandered quietly along the shelves, paw-tips running along the silk sheath of his Katana, removing it from its cradle settling it aside with his personal bag along with his bow and a quiver of arrows, resting the bag by the door. He stared into the abyss for a moment longer, looking slowly to the fiery maned Hume, the dreamy state that he'd possessed around her for so long having vanished in light of the new situation.<br/><br/>"We depart in the morning.." he muttered, looking to the floor.