Kynrind shot Silven a hateful look at his words, her hand tightening on the haft of her weapon. However she continued on her way. Out of sight of the forsaken, and earshot, she stopped to rest her head against a tree, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. "Elune keep you safe sister," she whispered, wiping her cheeks. Her pride would not let her cry where anyone could see and when she took out a hearthstone, Kynrind's face was dry.  Green feathery leaves fluttered around Kyn and then she was gone. Hearthed out.<br/><br/>Anoria slid off the mount, rubbing her wrists and ankles. Looking to where her sister had gone, Anoriafell sighed and climbed up behind Silven. She held on securely. A flush darkening her face as her ample breasts pressed against his back. "There is not a lot to say. I'm a priestess of Elune. I am a healer and heal all who need the help. No matter who they are."