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As the elvish necromancer began to fuss and fit, Sethan took it upon himself to ease her discomfort. Only now had he actually taken the time to notice what the rest of the assembly was getting up to, and was none to pleased to find that they were on the verge of blows. The precipice of their expedition was not a time to be bickering, and so any tensions needed to be resolved as quickly and painlessly as possible. He may not have possessed the wisdom of Solomon to diffuse their argument (despite having about two thousand years of age on the man), but there was a certain something that he could manage.

He strode up behind Anastasia and boldly laid his hands on her shoulders before drawing her close to him. He worked his thumbs into her upper back, seeking to relax her tensed muscles, and shared with her the warmth of his glamoured body. He wordlessly massaged the elvish girl for a few moments, before drawing even closer to her in what was essentially an intimate embrace, his sturdy frame enveloping the smaller woman. He held her close, and with his free hand stroked her jawline with the cool metal of his gilded hand as he turned to speak to her.

"Easy, now. Let us be calm; we are all allies. Misunderstandings are to be forgiven and resolved. There is no reward in quarreling." Sethan said softly, almost whispering in her ear.