[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Iraleth held onto Davil as she was bid to. Her nama and rupa were contributed. Visions passed by. One thing became clear:

She'd misjudged Davil. He still wasn't a warrior, no matter his impressive resolve. But a killer? Clearly, Davil had been born in the wrong era. Perhaps he would have done well on a real battlefield. 

But if anyone claimed they'd seen that twist of fate coming, they were a damn liar. Of course, the visions hadn't been clear on whether it was self-defense, provoked, or any other justification that could have mitigated the crime. And judging by the fact that Davil was still...well, standing was a poor choice of words. [i]Able[/i] to arrive at and attend Wingram, someone had evidently seen fit to let him go. 

Regardless, it seemed all would be well with their peer over the course of the next week. Physically, at least. Spiritually, he would require watching. 

Iraleth shook her head in the doctor's direction, turning away now that their role in this was finished. 

[b]"Will the arm be an issue, Doctor?"[/b]

Of course, that left a piece of business or two left in the room. One of which remained in Raja's clutches. 

[b]"Principal,"[/b] Iraleth turned to Raja, though her gaze didn't leave the shadow imp. [b]"What do you intend to do with [i]it[/i]?"[/b]