He explains himself simply and with a little curiosity that said her response to him was utterly confusing to him. part of her felt a little foolish for that, but another was deeply sure that it was only natural to behave as she had. his words flow more smoothly in her ears, through her mind, as he chooses a language she is best familiar.

there is a city of angels, he says, called diveen and apparently he and his bloodline were residents here. her eyes widen a little at this, though she nods hesitantly at how he might have been confused. it made sense, if there were only one bloodline here and suddenly a stranger from another arrived, he would mistake her… but what concerned her was that he counted himself among the angels in this case and he was not properly colored by the two experiences she was familiar with. Healers and Berserkers rarely bred outside the many lines within their own branches. What healer truly wanted a berserker mate, so prone to violent outbursts as her kind were and completely the contrast of healers for instance. there was rare exceptions like she might have been if she was even just a fraction more gentle or had been better at playing helpless on a battleground.

that is where he seems not to have familiarity, then. naming Berserkers as a person rather than a type. his own build named him either scout line or assassin, perhaps even bard -- she would believe that last if only because he is handsome and it was hard to draw the eye from him despite his initially frightening color clashing with her thoroughly taught bias. but it is heyel’s name that rings a bell best of all. heyel - rumored to have the greatest among the assassin bloodlines. she blinks rapidly, imagining the great holy blade of the angels with a grandson marked as he was. Heyel, Zeivah, they were stories told to children to help them sleep despite the haunting nightmares brought on by tales of demons. great white saviors wreaking havoc amongst enemies twice their number in utter secrecy and silence.

it had been those names that the Healers invoked when telling her that her family would be avenged.

but still, she does note the struggles between their misunderstandings and just before his sister arrives, gaza does think it prudent to correct it. "h-hoc est aequivocatione." she offers with only a small delicate stutter, "Si vos es ex Heyel progenies, tunc vos es sicarius qua ego sum confundens." and then both he and she turn to face a female on approach that is a sight most welcome, no matter the black freckling across her softer face. the embrace between them settles her completely and she joins them now in a seated position now that she had been affirmed by the joining female that demon, guardian was not.

the inquiry after her origins, though, surprises her with the complementary manner by which she is addressed. healers did not favor beauty - terribly close to priests in eschewing vanity lest it take away from their work for others. she might have blushed if she could, but as it is her ears flick awkwardly in two directions and then lay a little lopped to either side as if bashful. then she nods at the introductions, "dixit mihi haec. ego can tantum erubesco ego did non audite verum ut is orator is.indulgeo mihi, guardian."

then she is asked after her name, whether she might hold relation with heyel. she could not imagine so, at least not relations with a legend among their kind - she feels she would have been at least told of such an auspicious tie to their history. "non est mihi gloria vestra familia." she says with a much kinder smile, a little sorry for a moment that she was not -- if only because she admires them already. "hic ego sum a sanguine medicus lupos. conati sunt delere populum salvum me daemonia. longissima fuerit."

she is entirely at her leisure now, calm, smoothed hackled, and her expression is more cheery as she falls into easy conversation, "et est nomen meum in signum in fronte. quod mater mea, sed tamquam de suscepta mane sol super montes." she looks between them, then, and tilts her head with sharply pricked ears. "quid hoc ‘diveen’ parilis?"