I know little and less as to what these creatures are capable of. [The mischief that the Zorua had gotten up to had been a pain, but at least it had been easy enough to deal with. This, however, is a painful memory, one that Aymeric would have preferred to remain tucked away within the caverns of his mind.]

I might have hoped that I had seen the last of him, even if my Mind's Eye could never purge his visage.

[For once, Aymeric doesn't balk at the contact between the two of them, or fret over decorum. The touch of G'rhyf's hand is a grounding one, and though their positions make it difficult, he hopes that the Miqo'te can feel the gratitude he directs toward them.]