Aye. The tales say that they take on aspects of large beings. Ones that most would believe to be Primals. [ Ardbert glances to Mya. Has she heard of the term before? ] Only one Primal has that particular sort of wing...

This is not enthrallment, Ser Ardbert. [ Phya tilts her head in direction of the other two in the room. ] His aether is not aspected to the element of fire. "Aligned" is a far better term. However, it flows through him naturally in his aetheric current. Nothing claims or takes hold of him as one would see in a manner of enthrallment. [ An eye opens to meet Jill's gaze as if to say that she would speak with her later, but not with the others around. A discussion of healer to the one that speaks for a patient. ] There is hardly any need to inform the Holy See...

[ The door suddenly slams open. Phya jumps slightly, ears atop her head standing up. Ardbert looks over towards the Temple Knight that has joined them. The knight looks around the room then his eyes settle on Phya. ]

My lady, the Lord Commander will be here shortly! Shall I escort him in...

I'm no lady. [ Still, Phya nods and looks to Jill. Then, to Ardbert and Mya. Her gaze settles on her sister where an embarrassed smile settles on her face. ] I have been caring for the Lord Commander's wounds as Ser Estinen asked me.

[ Clive remains motionless. A gentle moan of pain escapes him now and again, but he does not shift nor move. ]