Watching the Papak fly off with a possible future danger to the world did not site right with the Undead priestess. Continuing to watch the two as they flew further into the horizon pondering if she should act before they faded from her line of sight. I can still act now it's not too late, but Akira is right what she does not make her bad, it's her actions just like her and myself.

Looking to the group now that the primary concern had been put to rest. Starting with the one that had been less than an active member. However, she was it was hard to tell exactly what the ball of puff is. A human would be the safest assumption though it made no sense how a human was even able to move let alone avoid heat exhaustion from the sheer amount of layers overlapping the woman's body. By Akria's account, the Woman's name was Attie and by her own admission, her manner of garb was not the norm for her. Unsure as to how Attie would react to her given the previous conversation between herself and Akria Lixue kept an eye on the ball of fluff just in case.

Peeking over to the mercenary as they appeared to be the most normal out of the entire group. By how he offered aid to the woman it was clear that money is what drives him just like most mercenaries. A horrible thought about contracting him to follow after the woman crossed her mind, but she looked away from the Merc as she neither had the money nor indecency to use mercenaries.

Turning back to face the Young Kitsune who had argued against her so vehemently. "I hope your right about this as both of us are to blame if when the woman is less than benevolent". deflating slightly as she was still not comfortable with the outcome, but she had no proof to back up any claims. While looking down at the Daughter Of The Dark, she remembered that the young girl's ankle was still untreated. Raising her hand to reveal a light healing glow, the lower tiered holy magic only caused minor discomfort. " Are you also incompatible with healing magic like the Woman"? Looking back up at Akira to clarify before treating the girl. 

While awaiting Akira's response, she notices that the man was still stealing glances at her. With giving all that has happened the Undead's patience was at its end. Preparing to snap at the man for leering at her like some lecherous beast, she noticed something behind a tree watching the man. It looks to be a small boy, but the boy was not just a boy, as the ethereal aura surrounding him while invisible to the untrained or living echoed out like a beacon to the Undead Priestess. Unsure as to why a ghost was following the man around the boy's blue eye matched up with Lxiue dull grey eyes revealing a large portion of his missing face to Lixue. Upon eye contact with Lixue, the boy looked to freeze in fear as he could no doubt feel the endless hunger held back by the Girl.

Akira’s nose wrinkled at the mercenary. If Celeste or Larka were here, one would heal the woman or bandage her, the other would likely punch the lights out of him. There was no decency in men like him and Akira did not like how he flat out declared the rejection of her advise. It was a good thing she did not require his aide even though she undoubtedly could afford it. She would not be caught dead brokering a deal with a man driven by such illness as greed. However, she and Lixue got into a somewhat heated and very passionate debate over the new person.

While the young, innocent fox could see where the older healer’s point of view, she couldn’t understand why she was fighting against her so hard. Anyone could go out and do acts of good or bad, in the necessity or mere desire. Unknowingly or deliberately. Even Akira had to steal on occasion years ago, before being adopted, just to survive but didn’t know it wasn’t okay to just take it without payment. Yet it did not make her evil. Somehow, it helped her to establish relationships. For this reason alone, Akira could not back down in her defense.

Attention was returned to her ankle, which she had honestly forgotten about. ”Um, no, I’m okay. I mean, I can be healed. Please, proceed.” Akira gave her permission when a cold finger raked down her spine. She turned, searching for the ghostly presence she was sure near. Even Lixue could see the boy peering around a tree. He was a gruesome sight, missing half of his face. What half he did have was fearful as he stared at Lixue. The kitsune glanced at the healer with confusion. Was there something he could sense that she could not which should be feared?