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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine found himself blinking. Rarely, he found exceptions to those who would rather hold onto their hatred of an enemy forever than ever consider a casual offer of aid.  Of those exceptions, they were often those more inclined to healing, as Gael realized Moth must be -- she may be the medic someone captured during Kydobi's reign.

Aine's wariness was palpable however, and the Ardent decided to incline his head.  "Perhaps we can make it something of a book trade.  I still have some of the notes I used when I began teaching her, if you would be interested."

Unfortunately, many of his larger, more expansive medical volumes had been lost prior to their arrival in the Pitt.  The thought of finally replacing them enthused the faerie, though he maintained his neutral demeanor, giving the reuniting family some space.

He glanced down at his daughter as she shuffled closer, eyes softening.  They had seen the dead return to life before, but he understood her confusion -- the reminder of their loss.  Gently, he brushed his fur against hers in comfort.

Gael raised a brow as Atticus made his plea, caught off-guard once again.  He had his doubts Vigenere would approve of such a thing, but the faerie tended to value family more than politics.

"It is okay with me," the Ardent offered after a moment of consideration.  "Whichever you are more comfortable with," he added, words directed towards Moth.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby