Anethrial fidgeted with the wing on her necklace. Her feathers ruffled softly. It had seemed like an eternity since he left and she had no idea if he was ok. If that guard was dead. If he had gotten her messages.  She could hear a scuffle in the darkness, but the results of it she didn't know.. Her stomach was in knots, her heart racing. She just fidgeted, and fidgeted.. She wanted to turn around and see, but he had told her not to turn around and so she would not.<br/><br/>Finally, after what seemed like forever in the dark catacombs she heard his steps. Something was wrong though? Was he injured?   She was actually genuinely worried about him. She wondered what implications that could mean.  He grabs her chin turning her to face him. He seems angry at her. Her golden eyes widened just a bit at the change in him. Perhaps she has no idea who he is.<br/><br/><em>"Don't,Ever, do that again." </em><br/><br/>It worked then. She could do it. She was proud of herself for that, but her pride was dulled by worry for him as she watched him stagger down the hall.<br/><br/>“ wait.” She whispered out to him. She was prepared to do what he just told her not to do if she had to. “ are you hurt? I'm a healer...I could help you.”  She offered as she hurried her steps to catch up  with him.<br/>