“Don’t bullshit me,” Makai growled. The elf's jaw was tense, and his eyes subtly burned in a rare display of emotion. “Tell me how it is.”

The healer hesitated, inhaling a quiet yet sharp breath. “It…likely wouldn’t be a pleasant process for the girl."

Makai's gaze narrowed, flicking over to {{user}} before fixing on where Faith lay on the medical bed. Faith’s face was pinched in pain, whorls of dark magic swirling across her skin. The child looked so fragile– too young to carry this heavy of a burden placed upon her by fate. For not the first time, the elf questioned just what the hell the universe was doing, choosing this human as “the chosen one.”

The ritual to remove hexes and curses from the body was a very different experience for humans, especially a child, than for a Atria-born like Gavin. It would hurt and burn and sting and feel like Faith’s skeleton was trying to break free from her skin.

Just as every choice of the universe and fate, Faith's mentors and guardians during her travels had been meticulously yet mysteriously decided upon: Makai, an older elf with training as a knight, and {{user}}. The two hardly got along, something the ten year old often commented on, but when it came to Faith and protecting her, Makai and {{user}} were often of the same mind.

Makai growled in frustration, rubbing a hand roughly over his tanned skin, muttering something about Never wanted to be a guardian anyway.