The door swung silently on it's hinges as the priestess slinked through the broad gap between the frame of the arch, trying not to draw attention to herself as she entered the outer rings. Slipping besides the rogue she looked more like him then a cloth-wearing priestess. Everything about the way she moved was making clear that she was used to hiding away, moving around in the shadows to avoid other people. She let the light and warmth wash over herself each time as they surpassed a flame her eyes darting around the dark chambers of the round halls, towards the warrior quarters. She was happy the warrior had took up on her desire to walk forward, looking back over her shoulder as he leaded the other along with them. Though, knowing the deathknight will be able to get her gear now in time, there was something still bothering her, clouding her thoughts as they walked along. She didn't even notice the fighting down the grounds besides them.<br/><br/>She is pacing inside of her internal cage, as she endlessly contemplates the imaginary.<i>My thoughts feel barbed, I try to touch them and flinch. It's Agonising; no choice is ever right.</i><br/>Her own desires are pulling her in every direction, the pained expression not even revealing the hidden thoughts of her clenching fists.<br/><br/><i>Everything will hurt him, everything will.. Even if I try.. But maybe it won't.. He didn't flinch when I touched his shoulder, my only bold moment in decades..</i>She breathes in and looks back over her shoulder into the eyes of the owner of that hand. That hand that keeps touching her, even warming the lower back of her body. She looked in his eyes and then like the softest whisper ever, a magic flow of her sweet voice slithers in his mind. He could see her eyes sparkling, and the light glowing in her throat.<br/><br/><i>"I speak the silent whisper, don't be afraid of my voice as it could feel like the acid pours from sounds. The end of sanity is sometimes worth delving into this infamy of light. It might feel like your body is burning, but I took my guess that you would be resistant enough to bare my powers.. I've seen you looking, and your touch is reassuring me that you feel the same lurking danger beneath our feet. You aren't a fool, as I so jokingly suggested, but my fear is getting closer with each passing minute. There are light-bringers in Undercity, and since I'm the only wielder of the light present at this time, this isn't a good thing.. Please help me find them..."</i><br/><br/>Her eyes return to normal as the light fades away from her body. She had stopped the subtle mindcontrol of the rogue, hoping he would have heard it. Instead she looked over at her side, seeing the loose stitches of the jaw of the warrior made her smile, if only a little, underneath the stress she found herself in. As she pointed towards her own jaw, tracing the same place that was letting loose on his.<br/><br/>"Would you like me to help you with that problem, sir Lennart? I'm quite good with a needle and thread, and my experience goes beyond only cloth as you can see.." She smiled softly, her eyes twinkling of kindness as she wanted to repay the favour of him spending his time showing them around the city. Although she knew it by heart, she would never have had the courage to guide and lead the rest of them to a certain place. She was too frightened to fail to do such a thing like that.<br/><br/>"It would be my pleasure, to repay your kindness and your knowledge of showing Vinadine how to get her new armour.." It would get her mind of things as well.. The whole ordeal of what she saw, and what happened to her made her quite shaky. Even the hand of the Rogue that kept so close to her, she wasn't used to all of that. Using her needle and thread to practise the one trade she excelled in would give a little of her nerves back. Or so she hoped it would.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>