The tall, well dressed man extended a hand to each of the others he found waiting with him.  "Christophe of Faulkenstien.  how do you do?"<br/><br/>He studdied the doorway with concern for the girl he'd come with and vauge worry for the little girl they would treat, but that he hadn't met.<br/><br/>He gasped at the sudeen brightness and looked away, drawing a vial and a ceramic sphere from his belt.<br/><br/>He quickly stowed them away when the girls emerged.  He hurried to the cleric and took her in his arms, carrying her to a chair and sitting her down.  "Well done, Tenesy," he kissed her cheek.