Alaira Taenn
Alaira frowned for just a moment when Lyn waved Leith over... It wasn't that she had anything against him necessarily, but she was just slow to trust in general. At least, to the level of 'people that may hang out with me.' She shook her head a little, her expression once again neutral as she shrugged.
"Alright. I guess I can use something to eat. I ain't had much aside from mead for the past three days..." she said. Normally, when she felt hungry she went out and caught something (Or ate some more of whatever she killed last time) but she was just not in the mood for any of that right now, and she had no meat saved. There wasn't any sort of fancy reason for hunting for her own food, she just didn't like paying for food back when she traveled and the habit sorta stuck.
That, and she didn't like visiting those kitchens. Way back when she first came here, she'd had to wash dishes for a month or two to pay for her... Enrollment, she supposed. Not a particularly harrowing experience, but it just left a bad taste, y'know? She gestured for the albino to follow them as she walked, shifting Lyn in her arms just a bit.
Grey Onyx
Grey nodded as Rathel spoke... It made sense. It was what he would have had done, after all. Of course, as for Khan he couldn't say he really knew him. He felt sorry for him, but he didn't have much in the way of input on his situation, other than 'that's rough' or something similar. He nodded, pointing towards the Demon's handiwork for a moment.
"Nice, but I'm not sure it goes with our 'big stone fort' aesthetic very well." He said, smiling again for a short moment as he leaned back, looking up to the ceiling.
He frowned again, shutting his eye as he took a deep breath.
"So... I've had some things on my mind... If I tell you, I trust you'll keep it to yourself?" He said. He didn't wait for an answer, sure that Rathel would agree. He looked toward the demon, unable to look him in the eyes... So he just picked a place on his head.
"Strange things are afoot, Rathel. Very strange things. Something is happening, and I'm just not sure What's going on." He adjusted his position, clasping his hands together.
"You know I fought Heus, right? Well, fought is not exactly- Anyway. I fought him. And I'm alive. Now, that's not so bad right? Thing is, he tried to crush me. Multiple times. And I didn't get out of the way. I took it. He tried to crush me, but I held him off." He said, staring down to his hands.
"No normal human should be able to do that... I'm no vitamancer, Rathel, I can't do that. So I thought about it. I am far more durable than I should be. I heal faster, wounds barely seem to phase me, I've never had any sort of issue with pain."He sighed, looking off to the side.
"During my last assignment I was capable of feats of strength I just shouldn't have been able to accomplish. I punched a solid oak door off its hinges and across the room, I was able to resist a necromancer controlling my armor, and..." He shuddered, revulsion and fear plain in his emotions.
"There was this... thing. I... I killed it. I punched it in the head, over, and over, and over... And when I was done, there was just... Mush. I turned its head to paste with my bare hands... I just... I don't know what's going on, or what to do about it... I don't even know what I am anymore..." He said, sighing heavily as he awaited a response.