Any of the Edlers were rarely silenced before, but it was even rarer to have them silenced twice in such a short span of time. It was the incomprehensible nature of his statement. Was Satyra just a toy to him then? A wave anger and need to see Satyra immediately surged inside Etos. His inscriptions, dulled by age to brown, coloured to blue as his magic started flowing. He was not on the offensive, but his emotional rush tapped into his core. The villagers gasped. Some stepped back afraid of a fight breaking lose, others remained frozen in place, and a very small fraction seemed ready to join. But it was Deva, the Elder who has not spoken so far, but only regarded the being with intelligent, cool eyes, coming forth and placing a hand on her companions arms, words quiet and reasonable as she spoke to him: "Calm yourself now, Etos. Conflict is not something we should seek until..." Her words got cut off but the appearance of another man. Clearly, no one expected there to be any more beings inside the hut with Satyra, which raised surprise as well as it deepened concerns. Robes of this man looked slightly more familiar, if not in appearance than at least in material. Even though, metal was known on Promia, it was not often used for armour. At least, not since the last war that scarred the land and led the people to lead the life of harmony. "Be careful," whispered Lorae, apprehensive of the whole situation. Yet, before Etos would step inside the hut, a privilege he was fighting for since he arrived, he turned to the women and asked them to try and help the villagers resume their routines. As much of a spectacle this was, if things would go south, and yes, it did cross his mind, he did not want anyone to be in the direct line of fire. Only then, he went past the winged man and entered only to be met with a sight beyond what he expected.
In her bedroom, Satyra gently moved Blitz into her lap. His small body was so lifeless, it worried her. It reminded her of the day she first found him and slowly she began to fear that her companion might be departing for good. As if to feel at least a minuscule sense of comfort she kept holding the Dealer's hand, rubbing it with her thumb, hoping that as silent as he was, as motionless as Blitz, he was not leaving her too. Though, in that case, she'd probably feel that. Moments later, steps and words came from the next room, and Satyra took a deep breath looking up as her Elder walked in, unbalanced by the appearance of so many men in her hut but also the orbs that so reminded him of the Forestkin Spirits in the Woodlands. Yet, she saw no anger in his features. Especially when his eyes finally landed on her. Stopping only momentarily on the man lying next to her, surprise so deep in his eyes it was almost as if he knew nothing else in that moment, he rushed to her side, resting his staff against the wall and taking a place on the edge of the bed as all the other Merreks have done in turn before.
"Satyra! For the love of Ashniya, are you alright? What's happened?" The concern in his voice was far greater than when he was outside the hut. Perhaps, certain feelings needed to be restrained in public. Either way, Etos immediately reached out with his magic, the inscriptions alive on his skin unlike with Satyra's which were in constant motion since the 'accident' in the Woodlands. No one still knew how to really regard that event. For a moment, Satyra feared to let her Elder see what has happened, but she was too weak to prevent. Her eyes swiftly slid to the doorway into the next room. Would he stop it? Was this meant to be a secret? She did not know and her hold on the Dealer's hand tightened ever so slightly. "I am fine, Etos. But I am not entirely sure what has happened." It was as close to truth as she was comfortable to get without confessing to have bedded yet another being of greater existence. True, her village worked on a principle that until a two were to be united, an individual was free to be involved with anyone from their village. But still, somehow, having spent nights with beings not entirely from their own world, Satyra felt as if bad eyes might fall upon her.
Suddenly, Etos drew in a sharp breath. Even though, he was looking into Satyra's eyes, his mind saw something else. Her thread...was not her own anymore. It was...different. It was no longer the pure white it used to be. It expanded. It was coloured. It led outside of her body into...the man next to her...the men next door...the lizard in her lap... Somehow, her life thread extended further than it should have been humanly possible and shock has invaded Etos's eyes. "What has he done to you..." The Elder breathed out, withdrawing from Satyra's core because the sight itself was overwhelming. There was too much to see, too much to understand with just one look, but there seemed to be harm done to it whatsoever. Murmuring the same words again incredulously and taking her hand, the Elder was truly at loss. He came to help. He came to save her precious life, but found her entangled with something he did not understand. At which point, the sorceress gave him a smile that more than words said that she was alright and what he has just witnessed was not the root of the problem. In fact, in her eyes it seemed as if she cherished it. "He has made me happy, Etos. Merrek is not to be feared. All his intentions are good. I am afraid...he is the only one who fully understands what is happening. Trust him, Etos. I have..." The stare they shared was long and charged with emotions. Etos knew Satyra's mother, he knew Satyra herself since the day she was born. Her mother held a position in council in the Sanctuary of Knowledge. To this day, Satyra was one of the most talented life forcers in their midst, an unspoken candidate for the position of Elder when Etos's time would come. Perhaps, he could trust her judgement if he was ever to trust her with responsibilities over the entire village. After all, at this point, she knew better then him being subjected to this...miracle.