Eponine wheezed of her smoke-filled lungs, the knowledge of being saved out of the burning church hitting her like sledgehammer in the face. Nevertheless she cried hysterically, crawling to her knees and facing the smouldering remains of the object of her devotion. It felt like her whole being was torn apart and shat upon, defiled and broken into a pieces. Her heart had never felt heavier as it did now, when tears dried up on her cheeks of the still blistering heat that waved into their direction. She suddenly realised that they were sitting in her garden, stampeded and broken herbs were the only remains of her once devoted and simple life in Daraos.<br/><br/>Brushing her tears away with the back of her hand, she noticed the hissing sounds of her saviour, recalling the snapping noise of broken bones before whilst he had trown her with him through the stained glass windows of the monastery. He had saved her, God had saved her, by sending this man, this holy man just in time to pick her up from the remains of her once proud church. She looked over her shoulder and watched the man cradling his arm, his face obscured by a mask and his body hidden away in cloaks. She felt compelled to thank him, to heal his wounds with her magic and to ask him how he had saved her. Maybe he had heard the voice of her god, maybe he knew what she was supposed to do.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was not the end of her life, perhaps it was the beginning of a holy quest through the world, and he had to save her because of it. Hope and a spark of joy lid up her heart as she crawled towards the hissing cloaked man on the burns of her palms.<br/><br/>''You saved my life, god has send you to save me from the burning ashes. He has blessed me once again with life, I must thank you, kind man for answering the call He has given you.''<br/><br/>Her voice was still smokey, almost husk because of the fire's effect it had gotten on her lungs. Nevertheless she sounded hesitant, dazed by the happenings and confused about what her life had turned into in mere seconds. Nevertheless, she shuffled closer to Razor, putting her hand onto his shoulder and trying to look at who was behind the mask, without taking it off. It was unsuccessful as she could not see behind it, or underneath the hood that was covering most of his head, instead she let her hands glide downwards until it gently rested upon his cradling arm.<br/><br/>'I can heal your broken bones, sir. If you allow me to tend to your wounds.'<br/><br/>It was obvious that she was still oblivious as to what creature had truly saved her from the fire.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>