"You can tell me about your predicament. I can speak for Qistos." The old man said. His eyes dropped momentarily on Sionn's belly, then back to her eyes. "Some tea? Bread?" He offered a chair in a corner of the room. "You look like you need to sit down for a moment. "<br/><br/>The vials boiled even stronger when the two of them passed closer, as if they reacted to their presence.