Her voice drew his eye down, the shining light emanating from her seemed only appropriate as his heart cried out in joy at finding her. She was trembling, the sight raised his dominance, but now was not the time. Reef in quicksilver brilliance melted back to the ebon queen she had been moments before. She stood in front of Canticle, her story unfolding, and the compassion written on her face as she described the darkness of the vision, and her resolve as she declared it could be fixed. As her eyes opened, Coral met her eyes her own filled with tears from the brightness, yeah, the brightness. "<strong>Canticle for Universal Harmony, Treacherous Coral of the Invisible Reef am I. Born poor, fat, and ugly with no name worth record. My story can wait for another time. I find my female faces are Coral, my male faces are Reef. It keeps things simple for those who cannot separate themselves from how far their chest pokes out.</strong>" Taking Canticle by the chin, in a hand as graceful and perfect as porcelain, Coral reminds, "<strong>Your friend awaits our rescue, or at least for us to catch up and hear her tale of heroics.</strong>"<br/><br/>Kafani returns with the requested satchel in one hand, Essence of Spirits in the other. "<strong>Not to be taken lightly mistress, this is distilled from grain alcohol from Cherak, but after the alcohol is distilled, the result is taken north and frozen, removing all of the impurities, for the purest is last to freeze so may be poured off. A barrel of gin would produce this flask, though gin is not clean enough to use. Please be sparing and watch the head it shall give you tomorrow.</strong>" The hair had stopped bleeding, though what Canticle would have done to repair the sliced lock she was glad she didn't have to comprehend.