Ciylo leaned back and plunked his ass in the sand to let her cry herself out for a few moments. The information he was getting from her rambled brain was taking him a few breaths to absorb. She didn't even know she was doing it; many people didn't realize he had a power of any kind, he kept it well hidden using it only to his advantage. He had set his helmet down on the ground and was unknowingly rubbing the center of his chest again when he noticed she had stopped crying and was staring at him.
"I thought you were the Warlord. You look like him, but bigger," she said. Rolling his eyes he thought to himself am I really this hulk of a creature that everyone thinks I'm huge?
"I meant no offense," she said, catching the eye roll. "Just that you are taller and more muscular than he is. But your hair and eyes remind me of him." She stared at him a moment longer and then somewhat composed herself and smoothed her hair and wiped her eyes. "Can you take me to him?," she asked.
Ciylo answered her, "I can," but made no move to stand up and resumed rubbing his chest. She looked at him and then pointed saying, "You are soul bonding with your mate or someone close to you aren't you?" He quickly raised an eyebrow, "I'm what??," he asked her.
"Evil and Jarron did it all the time when Jarron was first assigned to her. They weren't mated but extremely close and developed the bond where the two of them knew what the other was thinking and feeling. But Evil could 'turn hers off' to Jarron. It was uncanny sometimes watching them. They were brutal and fluid in combat together but she was so animalistic it didn't help them much socially. That's why they were never mated. Even though the rules were such as they couldn't, most that develop the bond do end up together. They would rub their chests a lot when they were apart from each other in the beginning," she finished explaining.
Ciylo's mind was reeling. He didn't even know a female properly enough to have even considered any relationship with, and looking at Agassiz it made his chest hurt but not like it did when he was alone. "I'm not bonding with you am I?," he sheepishly asked her.
"No," she smiled, "I'm already mated, but I must know her or at least have met her."
"You're mated?," Ciylo asked, surprised, knowing she had belonged to the disciples long before he.
She stopped, realizing she had spoken her truth and the color drained from her already pale face.
He put his hands up silencing her before she even tried to explain.
"Look I don't care, I don't agree with most of what the Warlord does. He murdered a disciple right in front of me because he couldn't find Agba and then demoted me instantaneously. He's been slowly going mad from whatever happened with you and Evil and I'm assuming this Jarron," he said.
"So they aren't here?," Agassiz asked slowly.
"No. I've never met either of them. They were gone long before I arrived. But they are together somewhere hidden I've gathered. Rajnos put them there. I don't know why. I know she was extremely injured. Maybe that's why," Ciylo said, shrugging his shoulders. He grunted, shifting his weight around and stood up, brushing the sand off his legs and ass and then offered her a hand up. She stood, a curious look on her face and brushed her own self off as Ciylo replaced his helmet and pointed east. "The speeder is this way, I'll tell Thrace I've located you," he said. She nodded and he spoke in his wrist com letting the other disciple know they were on their way back and then motioned for her to walk in front of him.