Ah, well, you are certainly within your rights to be cross, upset, even furious with me. There was much I had left unsaid or unexplained throughout the course of your time here. I would not expect you to forgive me for some time yet.

[ The hand still made of flesh raises to gently touch her cheek. Then, he pulls it away in sudden a turn of sudden shyness. A part of him will always feel as if it is not his place to touch her in a way that one could see as intimate. The hand she takes, however, squeezes hers in return as his head tucks down. The white tinged hairs do little to hide the complicated expression that takes his face.

He sighs and shakes his head at himself. ]

Then, we shall gather what we can and bring it back to the Ocular. [ The Exarch reaches for his staff. At first all seems well, but the moment he attempts to put weight on the leg that crystal has begun to travel down the back of? His ears stand on end and a low grunt of pain escapes up. ] Ah... I may need your assistance. If it would not be too much trouble, Thisru.