Kalher's breathing came in quick gasps as he stood immobile, his mind reeling from the potent vision—a man whose very being screamed power, and a little girl, surrounded by an overpowering, frightening aura.
He gritted his teeth and shook the thoughts away. No. Don't be afraid. He's just a mortal now. The girl… she's gone. We are going to be absolute now.
A calm, level voice came through his jumbled thoughts. "Priest Kalher," Ronan said, his voice calm, just as if nothing in the least was amiss. "You look dreadfully unwell. Are you all right?"
Rosyveln's quick eyes darted between them, suspicion sharp on her face. "Priest Kalher," she said firmly, her voice laced with curiosity. "What's wrong?
Kalher blinked quickly and forced a smile. Bowing slightly, he clasped his hands together, masking his unease. "I'm fine," he replied smoothly. "May the blessings of the Goddess Aura protect you."
