The'kal sat down beside Ashia and placed one hand on the damaged horn, the flesh of her Blood Elven arm searing and falling away from the bone as she focused.<span style="color: olive">"Well this is... unpleasant. To put it lightly."</span>The'kal remained silent but the longer she focused the more of her body began to breakdown and fall away. After several minutes Ashia's pain ended suddenly but The'kal's Blood Elven body was nothing more than a pile of ash littering the flow. Back in her glowing celestial form she held up a red crystal and looked it over.<span style="color: olive">"Well, that's why you were in so much pain. This was in your horn, I would advise against touching it. It's partially demonic, the rest... well it's gone now so don't worry about it." </span>The shard shattered and faded away.<span style="color: olive"> "Putting that there wasn't accidental either, you don't accidentally create a shard like that." </span>She healed the horn in a flash and looked over the pile of wreckage.<span style="color: olive">"This'll be a good starting point for our furniture."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>