"Eibhlin! Stand down." Aisling said. The order coming a moment too late as she saw her friend react to something the man did. Stepping forward, she placed a hand on Eibhlin's shoulder.<br/><br/>"He meant no harm." she whispered, her voice gentle as the breeze.  When the man started to speak she turned her sky blue eyes toward him. He spoke slowly. Her head tilted as she tried to understand his words. She was silent for a moment.<br/><br/>"Eibhlin...we are no longer in Arcadia." she said glancing toward her friend as she knelt next to him.  Slowly she unraveled part of the net covering his upper body. "He is injured." she mutters to herself.<br/><br/>Reaching for the last strands of light she wove them around the man's head using them to heal his wounds. The strands sparkling as she worked quickly before the light completely faded. Sitting back on her heels she looked at the man curiously.  Concentrating she spoke slowly. The words sounding odd and unwieldy to her as she spoke to him in his language.<br/><br/>"What is this...money...you speak of?" she asked.