Awestruck by the sight of her form in the rain Aven reamiained speechless (Pun intended). The shadow of the moon shifted to her frame reflecting off her wet clothes to illuminate her more. Crystal spcs filtered through the air, the light in the darkness, and what Aven saw reminded him a a rare black rose. A plower so sweet a majestic, but shrouded in darkness. This comparison was good in his eyes, as the rose was his favorite flower. And Nisroc was indeed his favorite Cynner.

He bent down slowly, lifting his coat from the ground, resting the Oni-Daiku in his main-hand, Aven shok his head "No...". He wanted her to stay, even if only for a moment. He enjoyed her sight. The rain had no hold on him, as he saw her clear, and despite the frigid breeze her aura melded with his to form a strange heat.

He mouth several things, but nothing came out decent, phrases like "Can you understand me?" or "Hello." He didn't know how well she received detail, but he was trying his best. Maybe his distance? He moved closer to her, climbing a small set of granite steps, but stopped abruptly. A sensation, a high, came over him as he neared her, a connection he could not grasp fully in understanding. He was stiff as he pondered it, and a strange fragrance filled the air. A pleasent smell, the scent of lite. He looked deep into his senses, and felt the mixing of their aura, what was this feeling? What was this force around them? He was weary, and felt awkward as his gaze never seemed to lift from her.

To avoid this he mouthed, "Are you ok...?" moving his gaze to her wounds forcefully, if he took attention away from the area, maybe he could avoid the topic of connection. Besides, worry sent in for his injured comrad...but mostly, for Nisroc herself...