"Mister Zovrech? Is everything alright?"
A man suddenly said, coming into view on the back end of the carriage and looking with worried eyes. He was dressed in an extravagant suit, luxury looking in the cloths bluish material with a sheen that reflected the moonlight, and on his shoulder was a wound which stained it with dried blood.
As he saw Zovrech, the battered state he was in, and quickly hurried his steps.
"Zovrech! Are you alright!?" He said, hurrying to his side.
Going close a guard stopped him from going any further.
"I'm sorry, Lord Hainan, the captain is injured and weak, he needs to rest."
"O-oh! Alright, okay," he shakily replied, "hurry, let him inside the carriage, it should be comfortable there, get him to safety, quick."
And the guards saluted, opening the side doors and letting Zovresch inside. The sheer weight of this man made the carriage sink down on one side, before balancing as he was laid down in the center seat.
"Rest well captain," the man said softly.
He turned to his back, first meeting the guards, and a look of surprise came on his face upon looking toward Adaceus.
"Hello, there," he asked nervously, but with a hint of curiosity escaping, "who might you be?"
Just as Adaceus was about to answer, a guard answered for him.
"He calls himself Adaceus, milord, he's the one that rescued us from the cristle's that attacked us."
The man then looked at Adaceus again, with a look of shock, sizing him up up and down, and Adaceus could just tell that it was his size; he was doubtful, which made sense.
"Hello there, may I inquire your name, mister?"
The sudden question posed by Adaceus made the mans focus on him falter, shuddering and breaking his gaze. He shook slightly his face, adjusting his glasses.
"C-come again?" He asked, hesisitating.
"Your name, can I know it?"
"Oh-oh! Right, I see," he coughed, "m-my, name is, Hainan, and may I ask who you are?"
Adaceus was about to answer, before a guard interjected, answering for him-which gave him a surprise.
"He calls himself Adaceus, milord, the one who was responsible for saving us from the cristleback's that attacked."
The same look appeared again on the man's face again, though Adaceus was having trouble perceiving it; he knew he was trying to not show it on his face, but at the same time, what the guard said to him made it hard to not to be uncertain.
He re-adjusted himself, before saying an order directed to the guards, "Men," the man continued, "search for the horses and gather them here, its best to search in the forest, but don't go too deep, there could still be some of those beast's still here."
He looked toward Adaceus again.
"Adaceus, is that right?"
"Correct."
"Right," he paused, "I.. thank you for saving us, I truly am."
"It was alright, sir Hainan, I had an opportunity to help so I did," Adaceus replied.
"P-please," he said in a hurry, "please call me Hainan, just Hainan will do."
"Alright then, Hainan."
His attention was suddenly drawn to his shoulder, the died blood that clung, painting his suit red.
"Are you alright? That wound is quite large, doesn't it hurt?"
"O-oh, this?" he said, rubbing his shoulder, "Don't worry, its just a large cut, only my skin was wounded and the bleeding has stopped, so its alright-still hurts though."
"Let me handle it then," said Adaceus, reaching to his shoulder with an open palm. It suddenly glowed with a soft white light that shone, contrasting to his burned gauntlet, but strangely there was no sigil. Adaceus was still low on energy, so he couldn't cast those spells, and this flicker was the best he could do.
The wound illuminated with the same light, and all that was left was a visible scar, the wound closing and a visible comfort was visible in Hainan, exhaling softly.
"I know it is not much, but it should take the pain away"
Hainan was awakened from the relief, and a look of shock with a mix of surprise painted his face like a splash of water.
"You know healing magic!?" He exclaimed.
Adaceus was taken aback by his sudden shriek, awkwardly saying back, "Yes? Is their something wrong?"
"How do you know healing magic!? Your a child! How is this possible!?"
Hainan, upon screaming that out, quickly shut up and quieted down, clasping at his mouth upon realizing the error he made.
"I-I'm sorry, Adaceus, for the sudden outburst, I do not know what came of me. A-and! I am sorry for calling you a child! I shouldn't have said that."
Regret was heard to every word he spoke, he really was fiercely apologetic of what he said.
"It is fine, and it is right for you to call me a child, I probably am one, but beside the pointm why are you crazed about me having healing abilities about?"
"Wait, you don't know the significance of this? How?"
Adaceus only gave him a shrug.
"W-well, o-okay then." Hainan said befuddled.
A bush nearby the thicket of trees suddenly rustled wildly, loud enough for the both of them to hear. Hainan was immediately startled, but suddenly Adaceus raised his hand, a gesture of reassurance to calm him.
"It is alright, Hainan," Adaceus said, relaxed, which made Hainan direct a questioning gaze at him.
Adaceus shouted, "Its alright for you to come out!" And as he said it the rustling became more intense, the bush shaking about and leaves falling, until something popped out of the bush, tumbling to the dirt. A girl with fiery golden hair, barely reaching the age of three, stumbled out of the bushes, falling to the ground before another one followed, this time with silver hair that glistened under the moonlight.
Hainan was rightfully aghast at the things that came out of the bush, and he could've yelped, but with Adaceus there to assure him, he swallowed it down.
"Do not worry, mister Hainan, their not dangerous."
The girls suddenly crawled toward them and eventually stood up, and reaching close Adaceus knelt to them and patted both their heads in a quick interval.
"Who are these girls, Adaceus," Hainan said in astonishment.
Adaceus pinched one of the girls cheek and wiped away the dirt that was on it.
"Hainan, this is Agie and Fiora."
Adaceus, earlier in the camp, decided to place names on the girls, realizing he had nothing to call them by and they had no name he knew of. And another thing he realized was they couldn't talk- thus why he took it upon himself to name them. His attempts to converse were only met with the dull and emotionless stare-the same one form the cathedral, which made him uncomfortable, and the only sound that came to them were odd chirps, and grunts when they scuffled for the last bit of meat.
Thus the names Agie and Fiora, were placed on them both, the names of flower fauna of the missing worlds.
"Anyway, I think its about time we say our goodbyes, Hainan."
"What?"