Re: Part 62c - Into the mouth of the dragon
Cyan studies the cloud/Devlin for a long moment, watching with some concern as it struggles against the heat to find stability. She grasps his strategy immediately, but realizes as he does that maintaining such a battle-ready body in this place will prove all-but impossible. The heat is incredible, and she, herself, sorely misses her old apparel.
For Devlin, attempting to exist as a cloud of moisture, it must be agonizing.
"Best that you return to him," Cyan whispers to Nightbrand as Devlin begins to shrink, to coalesce. Soon he will return to his solid, yet-mutable form, no doubt.
"To try," she says quietly to Dorian, her eyes jumping between the dark man and Aaron, lost in contemplation of destruction, "is all we can do, is it not?" To try and fail, it might seem. Dorian cannot turn away from his past - everywhere he goes, it faces him directly. Cyan knows the feeling intimately, uncertain whether she might rise above her own. Another glance to Aaron, and she realizes how many of them are caught by their misdeeds, the poor choices in their histories. Dorian, for certain, though this one is only in part responsible for the actions. Herself. Aaron, and his journeys. James' past within the world of his birth. Even Devlin hides sorrows, recent ones.
And then the newcomers to the quest - ciphers, all.
Her smile returns, and she meets Dorian's eyes with her own, emerald gaze. "Do what you can for yourself."
Moving away from Dorian, she hunts for answers only half-heartedly - in this place, it is her responsibility to guard, along with Berd, crouching upon her shoulder, holding the cloaking in place, defenses prepared, psychic batteries armed and waiting. It is upon the others that she places her hopes for deciphering a clue. An answer. And to that end, "Aaron," she calls out, raising her voice a touch. "What do you see in the fire?"