"Asran..." Ayrie went to his side, but wouldn't touch him in fear of hurting him more. She simply knelt beside him, looking up at Wrath and Nadia helplessly.

"What do you want me to do? I know what the spell was that caused this, but I do not know enough, or have enough practice, to reverse it myself. Not yet." Ayrie said, looking back at Wrath and feeling more kinship with her in their mutual care for him. "I'll do whatever it takes to help him."

Her determination to help him was genuine, though she had her reservations about working with Wrath. This was the woman that had attacked them, had wounded both of them and caused Asran to expend even more energy against the restraints of the curse. Had she only listened to him and left them alone last night he might not have been so weak when Ayrie told him the truth. She couldn't be certain, though, so she tried not to blame her. The Angel was the real villain in all of this, the one who was now proclaimed a God. He deserved punishment, and Ayrie was going to see to it the truth of his nature was brought forth, even if it killed her.