<strong>Location:</strong>Enroute Downstairs<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sanger, Elias; Chorgath<br/><br/>Iori does stop when Sanger moves in front of her, eyes quickly to the rest of the party following her, and steps to the side to let the other group pass without forcing them to walk around them.  Her initial response is cool, but warms up as the Dawn speaks... and she's about to open her mouth when Elias weighs in on the matter.<br/><br/>Her eyes widen with surprise as the boy becomes a man-- angular, beautiful, and contemptuous-- and it's a long moment before she can bring herself to speak again, the measuring look in her eyes as she looks him up and down once more.  "We'll talk," Iori finally says.  "We've got a few hours to kill before the caravan to Hell starts, anyway."<br/><br/>"I believe you," she says, half-shifting to Sanger, "when you say you want to help.  And you seem to be a decent guy, so I'm going to do you a favor and not hold you to that promise just yet.  I'll tell you what he's done before you go, and what you'd be standing against, and then you can make your decision.  Both of you.  Okay?"<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>The Bodhisattva half-smiles, padding alongside the Defiler on bare feet as they descend further.  "I'd not thought you one lacking in bravery before now," she says teasingly, absently running her fingers along the wind-faded engravings on the wall.  "I'd be hesitant to cast aside my own fear, truth be told-- I still find use for it for my own needs-- and I amn't certain you'd want the kind of assistance I could provide for honing your passions into the necessary grounding.  If you can cultivate it in yourself, though, and if you need aid with making that Cosmic Transcendence, I can help you make the leap."