Kynna stared down at her hands. What was she suppose to do? Out of everyone there, she was the weakest. She couldn't kill someone. How was she suppose to help at all? The only thing she was good for was possibly healing the others if they got hurt. Maybe that's why she was chosen. Maybe the Gods knew there would be dangers, and she was the key to keeping them alive because of her healing ability. That must be it. That was the only reason she was called a key of any kind. As the horse-man apologized for the way he'd acted, she looked up at him. Her eyes didn't seem to see him, though. Her mind flashed back to those images she'd seen. The people, running for their lives from evil that took no quarter in killing everyone in their path.
Slowly, her eyes turned to the newest arrival. Another elf. At least that's what he looked like to her. He was staring at her. She blinked, wondering what it was he was thinking for a moment before looking away toward the shorter man who was beginning to wander off again. There was a faint tinge of pink to her cheek from the male elf's staring, but she tried to ignore that. What was she to do? They needed the shorter man, apparently. She had noticed the way the woman had called them each by name, looking to them as she spoke. Denryr, Denrig, and Halen. There was also Cedran, who was already saying he was in. The son of darkness...whatever that was. Whatever he was. She still remembered the way he'd transformed, and it caused a bit of a shiver down her spine to think of it.
Fredrick was watching her too. She paused for a moment as he spoke. He was right. Where she came from, any mention of the old Gods outloud was punishable by death. But she knew something of them at least. The Old Gods were the ones the gypsies worshipped. The ones they prayed to. She shook her head quietly.
"Not everyone has forgotten them. Some still pray to the Old Gods in secret, even in the Three Kingdoms." She spoke quietly. Amelise went to wash, warning them all to think carefully on what was going on. There was no other choice for her. She took a breath before standing and speaking loudly enough that the group could hear her easily, though she wasn't shouting by any means.
"I don't know about the rest of you..." She started. "But I for one can't stand the thought of the world ending. I may not be as strong as the rest of you. And I may not be the best person in a fight since I can't kill..." She paused, looking down at her hands. "But I can heal people. I was born with this magic. And it's caused me nothing but heartache." Her eyes closed for a moment as memories threatened to rush back to her, but she held them in check, looking up and around at the group. "We're not just being asked by the Gods to help. We're being begged by every living person on this earth. How can you turn your back on them, knowing that to do so will mean the death of everyone you've ever cared for? Abandoning them is the same as murder, knowing what we do." She looked to Denrig pointedly when she said that last sentence.
She moved then, slowly approaching Cedran and standing beside him. "I don't know what a son of darkness is. I don't even know what you are." She spoke to him. "But I'm not going to turn my back on everyone." She looked back out at the others then. "If it's my job to find this crystal, then that's what I'm going to do. Whether we like each other or not, we need to work together to put aside our differences for the greater good. I don't know any of you, save Mikael. But I'm going to do whatever I have to in order to make sure the rest of you all live. Even if it means giving my own life. So you all have this vow from me."
She paused a moment, taking a breath again before speaking with clear conviction. "Whoever comes with us, no matter what the odds, I will do everything in what little power I have to make sure you live. From this moment on, you're a friend. And I don't turn my back on my friends."