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Wyatt stood up and met Jacob the door guard. The black magic user looked over his shoulder and nodded toward Sylvana. Jasper assumed they conversed mentally and made no comment. Jacob let him go without another word and seemed to simply resume his door guarding. The healer sighed. He doesn't know how to relax, does he? Though Jasper hadn't been very relaxed over this trip either. Fears and stress hounded every move.

Still he never denied his own concern. Why didn't Jacob go out or at least join him? Jasper paused with that thought. Considering their anger toward each other, it might be best Jacob remained. The smaller grey user didn't know how to control himself very well, as was obvious almost since they met him, just like a small child. Jasper mused on that. An adult with great power acting like a child is a bad combination. He shuddered and returned to sorting his medicines.

Sylvana spoke again, and the healer looked up. Of all things, the patient comforting the doctor. Initially, he didn't know what she referred to, since he distracted himself with other musings. The connection returned easily nonetheless. She did see him watching Wyatt leave. "I... I..." he paused to make sense of what he knew. He stopped and dropped his head. "I admit, I'm afraid of him and for him, but I don't want to fear." He lifted his head with a sigh, and added, "I also find it hard to believe that anything could be worse than what I saw in that room..." He opened his mouth to say more and then shook his head. "I don't want to frighten you, so I won't talk about it further."

Jacob heard that part and decided to comment finally. "A minute or two more and you would have been another body to clean up." he said bitterly. "Half the dozen guards and the elders were all among the casualties. Crazy traitor bastard!" He spat at his feet.

"Jacob, please don't start," Jasper pleaded. The unrepentant response already turned the healer's skin pale. His hands shook as he sorted through his medicine bag again.