<span style="color: #408000">Levainlain held his hand out firmly but gently to the healer, almost touching him but not quite.<br/><br/>"Worry not. I will be fine." He sensed that the two creatures before him were more tense as a result of his stance, and, finding them interesting, he was almost saddened by this, but he stood firm: they were strangers to the forest. They could bring it harm and it <span style="font-style: italic">would</span> harm them if they stayed long enough without the protection of anything short of the aid of the elves, he was convinced. <span style="font-style: italic">'Tis for their own good,</span> he sighed inwardly. <br/><br/>"Now, as for why you two have come: demon-creature..." He began, but as his eyes met those of the white-haired boy, he felt a strong pull towards him. He found himself dazzled by his appearance and pitying of his circumstance, whatever it may be. His lips parted slightly, his head tilted marginally to the side. He almost took a step toward him when he noticed from the corner of his eye the healer glancing at the creature and then turning and shaking his head. <span style="font-style: italic">Incubus.</span> He pulled himself out of his reverie and straightened. He must be strong with them, he knew, especially now that trickery played a part in their interactions. Lominvorn's words ran through his head--<span style="font-style: italic">You know, male sex demon. Just as conniving as you, and thrice as skilled."</span> He began again.<br/><br/>"Demon-creature, I am misfortuned to inform you that you may not find residence with the inhabitants of the forest. They are creatures of magic and wiles, and do not but on the rarest of occasions take visitors. As for you, healer..." He focused on a patch of earth behind the strangers and quickly saw to it that it was filled with the variety of herbs which could be found in the forest. Though it was only basic magic, he felt somewhat drained from the action, most likely a result of the shock of having just plummeted from the canopy. He extended his arm toward it seconds later. "It seems as if you have missed your quarry." <br/><br/>He wished that he could read thoughts, so that he might understand the faces made by the men before him. He felt a distinct sorrow in his chest as he pictured them going on their way as he would send them, but he thought it for the best, and so he stood with an arrogant look on his face and watched the creatures' reactions.</span>