Reno just looked up at Jake as he was carried, glad that they were running away. He wasn't one for battle, as fighting always hurt everyone involved, whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. He never understood why people fought. Why people desired to be stronger than others. Why couldn't everyone just live in peace? These thoughts went through Reno's head as he focused on replenishing both his Mana and Oner's Spirit. It was all of this that made him off guard when that Elven woman suddenly appeared, as Reno was always quick to react to anything. The moment she attacked, everything went dark.

Fortunately attacking the marks in a physical matter didn't actually do any more damage than attacking his actual body would. If anything, it was focusing there that saved Reno from taking more damage than he would have. Granted only a minuscule amount, but every bit counted. After they were deposited and left alone, Reno being unconscious, a flash of light would envelope his body, Oner now lying in his place as he slowly sat up, clenching his fists. "Heal". With a wave of his hand, the powerful healing of multiple curaja spells ran over the whole party as Oner spent every drop of Mana that his fully recharged mana reservoirs possessed to aid the others in healing their wounds, fatigue, and pain, even able to use this on Reno by touching the mark on his forehead. 

After that, Oner said nothing, closing his eyes as he turned inwards to his thoughts, or his and Reno's, as he meditated and focused his body, mind, and spirit. Was this journey truly for them? Two people who wish to fight to protect others, yet both who dislike battle? He remembered something that Serin, their foster father, had once told him. That no matter what sort of craft or trade, be it magic, swords, or even cooking; there is always someone out there who is better than you. These words struck true more than ever. Their opponents had been easily falling to Reno's incredible magical might before, and the enemies here were no match for his and Reno's newly combined might. 

Had he grown arrogant? Were they arrogant to always hold back in fear of hurting anyone? No matter where Oner traversed in the vast expanse of their mind, there was no true answer to this question that he could come up with right away. Should they discard there desire to not harm others, a hypocritical desire? All of these thoughts were moving through Oner's head, the light swirling through the marks on his body like a slow, yet turbulent storm as he contemplated and meditated.