[Espy]

And suddenly, the purple aura had vanished, leaving behind only a smoky residue. Dante turned to Dara, eyebrow raised.

"...Really." He shrugged, then checked up on Feenai. Nervous, disturbed...But who can blame her? To be honest, I'm not too eager to marche straight into the face of danger, either. If only he could help her...He wanted to reach out and hold her, tell her things would be alright. The green tendrils around him snaked around each other, inching towards Fee.

Catching himself, he pulled his thoughts forcefully away.

"Let's go, then," he muttered, hands shoved into pockets but still clenched around a bichawa each. As if these would help against psychic attacks.