Ester rolled her eyes at the dramatic telling of the story, it was typical of Mesaraih to make such a big deal of it. Then again, it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>quite a big deal. She wore a small smile, finding it amusing that he would tell it in such a way. Something she would have found unbearably irritating just days before.<br/><br/>"And you guys should really let Mesaraih do most of the work from now on. How else would he achieve his true desire of being a legend without earning it properly?" She responded almost instantly, giving him a challenging look. She was partially annoyed at him making her look weak, the feeling of not belonging wasn't something she shared openly. But he didn't even mention the secret and for that she was thankful, even if she didn't understand why he held it back. She sensed that her magic that was helping his wound from before had faded, she waved her hand subtly under her cloak, recasting the spell so it would soothe the soreness again. It was her way of thanking him, something she seemingly was becoming accustomed to doing.<br/><br/>"Where can I find me one of these desire demons?" Tal joked. His eyes had widened with Mesaraih's as he told the story, taken by the embellished details. "And what's wrong with horns?" He asked, feigning offense.<br/><br/>"Careful Tal, say the right thing and you might end up seducing him." Ester commented, raising an eyebrow.