Exton

When Rowan and Erik leave, Pike slips out behind them. Wish is occupied, lost in the wish of all assembled Peoples. Not one has an ill feeling toward Star. Fulfilling this wish was an easy choice.

As Rowan leaves, the small Wyldfae leans against the wall. He sends his mind wandering, seeking the power sent by all the Fae wishing Star health. He smiles as he feels it, gathering it as one would gather the reins of several rambunctious steeds, and slips inside Star's room.

Erik sits quietly, head bent over Star's hand. Pike can feel the emotions that swirl, the deep love that entwines with his Lady's own, and nods. Approaching the bed, he lays his own hand atop Erik's and lets the power trickle into their link. His Lord's eyes blink, then frown, turning to look at Pike.

"A gift, My Lord. Tis but a small bit of the Fae's faith and hopes, gathered from all those sending energy to you and Our lady here. I will only let a small bit trickle through. like the Healer's tubes to control the blood. Wish is working on her mixing and it will soon be ready, thanks to the Ambassador."

Both men close their eyes, thoughts and magicks turned to Star.