Emberflame Ridge I sold my soul for this?

Ukko holds his breath as he watches the weird display before him. The brief flash of the Tavi he knows back to the woman he can’t even recognize. Maybe if she could get back to Asterr, she would know what to do, and everything will be fine. Ukko to save the day, like it… always had been. He sucks in a breath and shakes his head, worried that whatever this is has been going on for longer than now and left a sinking suspicion in his stomach. The request unsettles him and he lowers his head, stepping forward to nudge her again. 

“Come with me,” he says and leans into her for a moment, hoping to leave his mark on her enough to keep her focused. “It’s not far.”