Exton

Ob wipes Silk's blade, then slowly sheathes it.

"I need to do something." He touches Allah's Light. "I need..." His gaze wanders, watching as fighters walk past.

Keon touches his arm. "Come Obsidian. I think there is some healing that needs your touch. I will escort you back when you are done, take a few ways that will cut a little of the time difference."

Miko hovers, staring at Ob's lost look. "What is wrong amigo?"

Herne answers, his voice is distant, fading as if the Hunt Lord has not completely left. "He feels the sword's pull. It is telling him that it has work to do."

Miko's wings stutter, causing him to dip in the air. Keon sees Miko's indecision.

"Miko, go back with the others. Let Pandora know Ob will return soon, and why. I promise to bring him back to her. I promise, we will both be back."

The demifae flits to Raina as Ob leaves. "He should work here. The others can wait."

Raina shakes her head. "There are others hurt much worse in the infirmary. I'll live. Let's go the hell home."