<div align="center">Image removed at artist's request.</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sytri</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Sytri laughed, she had a pleasant, sweet laugh that as Gizmo squeezed her bicep with a gentleness and told her she was more than capable. Maybe she was, but she almost never fought herself. Could she? Yes, but Aciel limited it for her protection. He was always looking out for her and she never thought to question his motives. He loved her didn't he? Of course he would keep her safe! Because she was his sister, not because she could beef up whomever she chose, with additional power. She wasn't yet sure what her limits were and as to her own fighting powers she had no clear idea. But she was a boon to others, that much she was coming to understand as she focused and tried to control this gift.<br/><br/>Gizmo came to sit beside her, seeming concerned that his words while well-intentioned and meant to calm, did little to shake her inkling. It had to be an inkling now but unlike some others where she had a clearer vision this one was more blurred and that's what made her leery. She tried to smile as Gizmo asked her what to do while they were left behind to guard the house. "I'm not sure......." she thought, leaning back. "I suppose we wait to hear from Aciel."