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Garron listened to all this with his arms folded across his chest... He needed to meditate sometime soon... His power levels weren't where they should be, his will sapped, his aura not as strong as it could be. But he'd be fine for awhile longer, if anyone came to hurt Lina they'd still meet significant resistance. He'd like to challange this Werlis as well though, to gain the title of Champion, was something every Monkathian strives and yearns for even subconsciously. Such titles give respect, and harder opponants. Thus Garron resolved to someday face this Werlis for the title of Champion. "Is there anything you'll be needing Lina?" Garron asked softly in his raspy, harsh and bairtone voice.

Garron looked the man over... His aura was strong, his power great... This man must be Werlis, the one who would give him a fight worthy of remembrance. A fight that would either give him more honor, or lose him the title of Champion which Garron now sought to possess. His power to makes things appear, that right there made him more dangerous. But Garron would worry about that when there was time. Garron nodded to the Champion with a grunt as he mentioned them needing food. Garron wasn't about to turn down any food, not after the battles, and such that had happened throughout the day... A losing battle with an assassin of Death, the meeting of his love, his seperation from Illior, his and Illiors children... Shaking his head as he looked at the floor with a sigh and a slight smile he thought, Alot has happened in one day. He then looked back up, and sent his probing aura out about him to watch for any potential assassins or threats.

This news about Yinar was truly news to Garron... He wondered how Lina knew about it, then he guessed Seth must've told her. He looked at the chair, and the food and shook his head, it didn't exactly smell like his kind of dish. At the moment what he needed, he wouldn't ask to be prepared for him by anyone. Instead he stood by, arms folded across his chest as he continued to watch the perimeter. He could sense Illior and Emmy's dragonic auras, as well as illiors hatchling, his own son was gone, and he'd not feel his preasance for some time to come.

Garron grunted slightly in seeming appology and annoyance when the whole Yinar scene came into discussion. He hadn't known, at least, directly the reasons why, and he'd not been to thrilled with that whole scene. But that was over now, and that overcomfident thrill seeker got what she deserved, not death, but something close to it. Someday, he'd go back to the arena and show her what death can feel like. Instead he merely listened silently to the conversation between Werlis and Lina, he had to stop himself from smiling slightly at Lina's biting remark made in anger at her champion. You have to cope somehow right? He saw the tear shaped jewel fall, and instantly sent an invisable tendril of his aura to snake out and snatch the jewel up and then deposit it in the pouch used for such purposes. Never braking his stoic, watchful pose.

Garron was tempted to face off with Werlis right then and there, to get in the Champions way and prevoke a fight. But there'd be plenty of time for that later. Right now, Lina was slipping into a bitter state that she need not feel. It was amusing in a way to see, but dangerous in the long run... Also he found it odd that she ignited after mention of Yinar being called a creature... This didn't exactly seem just, but enough of that for now. He watched as she reached out to find the plate and the food to feed herself. He took a few steps forward, within reach of the plate and such and asked as softly as his mutilated voice could without coming out as a breath saying, "Do you want me to assist you..." His harsh, raspy, deep and scratchy voice asked as he stood there stoicly, his old indifferant expression having been pulled on once more. "Or do you wish me to go and kill someone?" He was pretty much serious about this, the only payment he'd even think of asking for, was not payment, but provocation, if she shed one tear, and asked him to do something, it was highly likely that he'd do it.

Garron stood there silently, watching as the tears fell, and changed... His aura snaking out and silently retrieving each one, and depositing it accordingly. He looked into those blind eyes, and frowned slightly. Monkathians without sight merely bolstered their hearing further to the point where they didn't need sight, but that was when your senses were off the scales compared to most every other being you encounter. He didn't know how she could cope with blindness, he'd never suffered such an affliction. "Nightmares must be endured so that understanding can be gained... Other then this, I know not what else to say... If I knew how to cure you of this affliction, I'd do so without a second thought... But I'd have to find the garf who did this first before I'd try anything one way or another..." He said sympathetically, wishing he had the guts to try to use his auramancing powers to take the blindness from her. He was comfident such a thing could be done, to an extent, but he didn't know the exact workings of such a technique, nor whether the spell on Lina would be effected by it. "Is there anything you'll have me do for you?"

Garron nodded as he sat down in the chair Werlis had used, and picked up the utensils they used to eat and began his task. He'd watch over her until they found a way to kill the beast who did this to Lina. To many people seemed to think they could use the girl, and push her around... If Garron only knew where to find those who offended her, he'd kill them all. Every single one of them would walk about the abyss without eyes, tongues, or fingers.

Lina carefully takes another bite from the offered fork. They've gotten it down now, him feeding her. She hadn't even realized how hungry she was until she started eating. This is her second plate now and is most likely almost gone like the first. She stiffens though. Someone else is here now. Someone familiar. She swallows the food in her mouth and turns her head slightly. "Seth....?"