Sephyrus returns from scouting duties the next day. To say that he is unhappy about what happened in his absence is an understatement. He is absolutely furious.
"Are you out of your mind, Lucem?" His voice thunders throughout the Protectors' Hall. He isn't fazed at all, hearing about the sorceress' near death in the Fountain of Shara, but when he heard about Lay resurrecting her, he lost it completely. "Were you even thinking straight?"
"You know it had to be done. We didn't have a choice."
"Choice?" Sephyrus grits his teeth. His fists are clenched. "Who are you to play God?"
Lay bursts into a coughing fit, and the Guardian of Air takes the opportunity to prove his point.
"Look at him, Lucem!" he shouts. "You know Lay is sick. You know how hard it is for him to recover. You knew, and you ignored it, all for that girl?"
