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Damn it, Whrist. Now he's leaving! 
"We'll be sure to do that, if we see her that is, yknow?" Nyra responded with a purposefully ominous chuckle to his last bit. Though, she noticed he seemed ready to give up, to leave, to go back home.
"Come on, Bella." The Harbinger turned beside Whrist, whispering softly to the shadow "It's an alias. Remember to use one if Kynareth sends you on missions. They will come in handy." 
Though the words were meant only for Whrist, a clear note in her golden eyes that said to not do what Nyra did with Ciaran, and give your real identity to someone of unknown origins, or an enemy. 
Nyra herself hadn't truly digested the usefulness of aliases until recently.