Altair shot the Malakh a measured stare, debating with himself how to proceed. She was a bit younger than he suspected, not that one's age ever mattered on the battlefield. Still, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are your parents?"
Seina Xen bit her lip. "Looking for me. I ran away."
Even without the Eye of Sacrilege, Altair could tell she was lying. "So your parents are dead." he chuckled when he saw her bewildered expression. "What type of God loses their child? They have too much awareness of that. You simply couldn't have run away while taking with you an armor that even some Gods might want to preserve."
The camp firewood crackled, lifting embers into the skies to billow far, far away.
