[Serra Britt]

Not sure about herself's or Dante's balance, Feenai put her arm around his waist and walked them to where Dara was. She was fine, tending a pot of foul smelling broth, but the real surprise was the man she was tending to. Feenai tried her best to contain her shock at his appearance, but immediately dropped it as she felt the pain from him. She surmised that he would only be a danger if someone attacked him and he felt in danger.

"Dante, the man with Dara is hurt and probably won't do anything to us," she whispered to him. "Please only act in defense but try to keep watch for any dangers around us?"

Feenai released Dante and slowly approached the man. "My name is Feenai." As she spoke, she bowed slightly while keeping her gaze steady. She sent her mind out to him and felt some psychic powers and shuddered slightly, the psychic assault still fresh in her memory. His felt different though, so she remained calm and waited to see what would happen.