"Is your hand alright?" Jay asks, as he slowly lets go of the dead Priest's body, and rushes to Aether to see if he was good. After all, the boy was a Reader, to think that he could fight a Priest by himself....
"I'm good, don't worry," Aether said chuckily, as he ripped a chunk of his cloak and used it to wrap it around his wound.
Jay's eyes widened. "Don't you need that cloak?"
Aether stopped slightly, glancing at him before looking back at his palm wrapped in the fabric of his cloak. "I got another, don't worry." He got up and moved his hand around, trying to see if he had wrapped it tight enough and if it would hold.
...Jay clenched his fists, looking at Aether with determination.
"You said that if we are able to kill him. Then we will go after the Heartforge... yet you said you would explain to me how after."
