Vorela shivers at the sheer intensity of emotion behind his words, trembling, slightly, at his implications. "Just, please, be careful. I don't want you walking into a trap, or getting hurt... I don't think I could stand losing you, again. At least make sure you take someone with you, to watch your back, and keep you from doing anything serious, if your judgment's... clouded, for some reason." She looks genuinely worried for his well-being, despite the fact he held his own in combat against all three of his enemies, albeit one at a time.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Draiss snorted in amusement as Vorela voiced her concern, his mental feel suddenly that of a red, pissed, proud and arrogant, but he had the power to back all three of those up. He did, however, nod after a moment, before stretching. "Fine, I will take someone capable of standing against a divine rank 8 god with me. Just as soon as you tell me who, and won't drag me down. Other than Ama, she is too flighty for a the slug match this will turn into. Though I do her a disservice by calling her that. Flighty is the wrong word... Perhaps a better word would be... supporter. Not someone to get on the front line of a slug fest."