Siraaeniel, who had been one step behind the others, focused on the surroundings to avoid a surprise attack, finally looked at Cecilia, and broke his silence.
"Her form is still negotiating its return to stability. The metamorphosis is unfinished, and what she requires now is the kind of healing that only sleep can grant.
You, however, must not linger, Master. The resonance of those souls still binds to you alone, and they will not quiet unless you go to them."
Cecilia Answers him, without taking her eyes from Aenoth.
"You are right, Siraaeniel. Aennie, what about Ephyrael taking you to Aelindra's house? I will share my teleport rune with you, so you can both teleport there. I have to finish this business here, then I'll go back immediately."
Aenoth nodded, her eyes still red from crying.
"You did a good job, my girl. But I'll pick it up from here. You don't need to worry. It will all work out."
