Aryn had flown away instead of dodging the attack from Risa, choosing to practice flying and exorcise his fear away. It frustrated him, caused him to hesitate when he knew, if that happened in an attack, that could mean capture, death, or both. So he flew, registering the newcomer's aura signatures in his mind. They all had good talents, one who could even heal, like him. It made him feel a little relieved that he wasn't alone in that. He practiced flying on his back, like he'd seen some of the owls do. He never knew his wing joints could bend like they were now, popping out of their joints and back in again with each flap.
Once he'd calmed down, he flew back into the cave, where they had started a fire, and Julianne asleep in front of it. He ignored the rest of the group and sat a few short feet away, curling out a wing to keep the wind away from her, and he watched in satisfaction as she relaxed a little more in her sleep. Aryn himself had found he never really needed sleep, that he could go for days on less than an hour, so he sat there like that, one wing outstretched and his mind constantly probing around them, making sure there was no attackers, and no real hatred in the group. He'd never told anyone, but he had found that he could banish darker emotions and feelings from someone's mind, although they had to be asleep, and he fully rested and able to completely concentrate on the task. He'd done it to a guard, once, who'd gotten fired for sneaking him extra food. He'd been beaten and drugged worse than usual, for somehow they had known.
