"Master..." Arla lowered her gaze to his hand holding Ikaris's and stared. "Are you doing this because you want us to fight with you at your side, or are you doing it to prepare us for..." She stopped and looked up at him again. "Is this a failsafe in the case of-"
"Arla, do not ask a question you do not want answered." Ikaris shook her head at the elf and spread her arms before Sol. "Dear, I trust your judgement, whatever you ask of me, I will do it without any doubt in my heart, but please, make sure it is for the right reasons." She smiled at Sol, and a moment later her eyes began glowing while Sol's mana began racing towards her body. "I am ready."
