Alalla rolls her eyes dramatically.
"I broke your ribs, you fool elf," she sighs, but the hand she puts on Erevain's knee is affectionate.
Her eyes turn to Zenithral quickly.
"Burning wings?" Her own seem to shimmer in the air for the briefest moment.
"Was it a woman?" Her fingers tap quickly on Erevain's knee.
"If it was Zariel, that would make a whole lot of sense. She didn't seem to be a devil. Not really. But a fallen angel would hate the gods as much as her, I'm sure. She fell into Lac Dinneshere?" She chews her lip for a minute, then throws up her hands.
"Gah! It's too much. Let's discuss this more in Kuldahar. Somewhere warm to sit and food to eat and the look on Halla's face when we bring you to her door ought to give us the feeling of victory enough to be able to make further plans well."
Al stands with a stretch.
"I'll ask Ras if he's ready to go. We'd best find those Ilmatari before we're off, too" She takes a couple steps away before she hesitates, then returns.
"I don't care for Ilmadia's feelings," she says to Zenithral in elvish,
"but... I do care for yours. Even if I'm--" she searches for a word
"--rocky. I protect the North first, but if there's a way to stop her threat and not kill her, talk to me." Alalla nods awkwardly and hurries off before Zenithral can reply.
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