Kyrtaar followed Aevah, feeling a bit drained emotionally from his outburst. She told her piece about her own powers, and Kyrtaar felt like they were kin. Not exactly close, per say, but that they had been cut from some of the same cloth. He followed her up to the "barrier", but didn't really register it as such. Where Aevah saw an obstacle that would regrow, Kyrtaar saw tinder, that he was willing to burn. But before he could do any such thing, Aevah recited the poetry the dryad had taught them to a magpie, and the vines and thickets and brambles and bushes would part, allowing them through.

And so it went, as they passed through the forest unimpeded. When they entered the glade, Kyrtaar felt a certain level of discomfort over take him. The sunlight felt... unnatural. Warped by the magic of the place. He didn't feel the cosmos bearing down on him, and it made him feel alone. Kyrtaar looked at the water, and felt something pull at him, but he overpowered the urges, and looked back at Aevah, who was handing him her necklace. He held out his hand, and took it from her. "I'll wait here. But if she doesn't cooperate, let me know. And we'll see whose powers are greater, the fae's or the infinite sky above." He said, matter-o-factly.