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Olek:

Olek shouldered his rifle as soon as Hawke gave his approval. He was in the process of stepping towards Aileen to tell her of Ara's wounds when he felt Kyra speak in his head once more. This time Olek felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He winced and doubled his efforts to keep his walls up. The mind was a fragile thing, he had nothing against Kyra, but he didn't want to let anyone in. Olek had a few weak points, his mind was one of them. Letting his walls down would prove to be very dangerous. Do I need to heal anybody? And if he attacks me am I allowed to kill him in self-defense?

She was poised with one hand pinching her other arm. He was starting to understand the nature of her healing capabilities. He made a mental note and calmly shifted his gaze to Hawke and gave him nod. Olek would expect them to react negatively if anyone betrayed the group. Hawke's threats fell on dead ears as Kyra advanced. She moved a little closer to Ara in the process of responding to Hawke. She made her voice sound tiny and shy, feinting for viscous words that soon followed. Olek hadn't realized, but as soon as Kyra advanced towards Ara, his hand had flown to his sidearm. He gripped it tightly, his only remaining eye was glazed over by a haze of emotions that Olek hadn't quite processed. When Olek realized that Kyra was being protective more than anything, Olek released his grip on his side arm. Olek calmly approached and situated himself near Kyra and Hawke. He crossed his arms and glanced at both of them.

Olek rubbed his head, prolonged conversation with Kyra in such a manner scared him strangely enough. Past events in Olek's life left his mind with many stress fractures, he wasn't sure what it could take. He preferred not to put his mental limits to the test. Olek felt as if he could communicate with Kyra mentally if he spoke in his head with the intention of her hearing, but that would involve letting his walls down. He brooded on the thought, if Kyra meddled around in his head, he would know.

He slowly relaxed, that was usually the trick behind Olek's mental fortitude. He was always on edge, never truly comfortable, so naturally it was more difficult to shatter his mental barriers. Within a few moments his mind was exposed. He did his best to use words instead of feelings and memories, whilst hoping that Kyra would be tuning in. Aileen will have Ara covered. As for Hawke, keep your cool. No one will be killing each other on my watch. Olek devoted the majority of his focus on keeping his memories at bay whilst he focused on the words of his message. After he was finished, he raised his mental barriers back up. His rigid posture was once again present and with that he glanced at Hawke and then to Kyra. Olek opened his mouth to defuse the situation, but quickly stopped half way through when he heard Dray's voice. The rare occurrence warranted his immediate attention.

”Come on. Time to go.” Dray said quite matter-of-factly. Olek nodded his head and hoisted himself into the bed of the truck. He winced as he did so due to the partially healed wounds on his torso. He concealed his pain, and calmly reached with one of his hands out, offering to help anyone into the bed of the truck if they wanted it.