Shadowwyn Moor Don't you know it is just the chemicals in our veins that causes pain?

Sun Eater's words only earned the slightest of nods now, the eyes of the holy man all too focused on the dark coated girl.

The look upon her face intrigued him; he was unsure if he should feel pity or fear. He could not understand her anger for it was not an experience of his own, and yet he supposed it to be fair. However, if she were to be his then surely it was his job to care for her. Be kind, at the very least. If he could care for his Chieftain, then he could care for a wife too.

Can I ask your name? He asked upon the exit of Sun Eater. A question he thought simple, though she would not know him as anything more than River Walker or Ghost Talker. He had given up his own name for Saatsine, it was buried deep inside him now.