"W-who… who are—?"
Tatiana didn't even know where to begin as she looked at Rey. Both hands were above her lips as she gasped and gushed.
She looked at Rey with both respect and caution. Deference and fear filled her eyes, and the same could be said about the others who were slowly sitting up on their beds.
"I am not an enemy." Rey softly responded, almost dismissively. He looked around him for any further traces of Miasma, just in case, but confirmed it was all gone.
"T-then are you… sent from The Oracle?"
Rey wondered how to respond to the question. He knew full well the religious views of the Elves. If he went under the canopy of The Oracle, then he and Esme would be treated with overall less suspicion.
He could even help them out more conveniently.
'But is that really what's beneficial in the long run? I mean, those in the Community see me as their leader—an entity similar to The Oracle, but not quite.
