The retreat of the Felintis pack came as a much needed relief for Speaker, the entirassi already greatly taxing his body and mind with defending the rest of the group. So much in fact that once the last conscious feline left the tree cave, Speaker collapsed on his hands and knees, spent and breathing hard, his elongated head visibly throbbing with the many veins now lightly outlined in its skin. Speaker groaned and curled up, face kept low and resting on his upward facing palms. He looked to be praying and Evy might catch it through the coms that he was indeed asking his ancestor-gods for forgiveness for using the power they granted him to hurt the living, even if it was to defend his comrades.<br/><br/>Once done, Speaker rolled over on his side and sighed. He looked over and saw the distraught Evy and forced himself to her side, thanfully possessing enough passive psychic power to still be able to touch her. He patted her head and offered a few soothing words.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Do not be too harsh on yourself, Evy. Tears will not help but finding our lost Dryadi will. Can you locate them if you get into close enough proximity to their coms?"</span>he spoke softly and calm but Evy could not miss the fact that his veil was damp, dripping even. The same liquid ran down his chin to stain his suit. It was his blood that came from his noses as a result of his exertion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>