[center][h2][b][color=#d31c0a]Deo’Irah[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Along their journey Deo’Irah had found it prudent to gather any high-quality sticks or other bits of foliage that they could craft a temporary body out of, aided by Lhirin and his particular eye for detail. By the time they’d reached the point where they had to be particularly careful about the noise they were making they’d gathered enough to cobble together a body that would serve well-enough to summon Kinder into, to provide them with some sort of mobile aid in the event of emergency. Of the two angels to allow communion with other beings, Kinder was definitely the correct choice–Lhirin might have remembered Weriz, from when the pair had overcome their worst fears, but probably less as a distinct personality and more as the being that had served as their tormentor. Irah remembered the occasion fairly fondly,  all things considered, for it had been a religious pilgrimage in service to the god Weriz was sworn to… but still faintly shuddered to herself at the memory of that harrowing experience nevertheless. She wondered idly what Freagon’s experience with overcoming a Swaigh’s aura was like.

When Caleb asked for the name, she silently pulled her spellbook from somewhere on her person, opened it to the right page for Kinder, and passed it to him to read. They’d already assembled much of the scarecrow-like structure that would serve as the vessel for Kinder, and they’d already discussed that she’d serve as the vessel for Weriz–not many words needed to pass between them. Still, Irah looked at Caleb with some mixture of hope and disappointment (though in herself rather than him), and thought silently to herself that she was grateful for what he was doing, knowing he’d pick the gist of it up.

Almost by instinct as soon as one of her hands was free she turned her head to look behind her and find where Lhirin was, and as soon as she located him she rested her hand on some part of him–likely an arm–and gave him a slightly too-gentle squeeze. He’d have enough experience to know that she was… not nervous, but unsettled. Seeking surety and comfort in a way that he seemed uniquely suited to provide for her.