"Yes, I..." His voice trails off into silence, thinking of his own feat. He hadn't a clue what he did, it came to him in a time of need, without any clue how he'd found it.

"I don't know. That blasted beast was about to cut you down, and I tried to blast her arm off, but whatever that was," face contorting and head shaking with the memory, "it saved you, but not how I had intended. The only way I could describe it is that it was a positive energy, very different from my own."

"I don't even know how to call it up again. But I can feel it there now, unlike before." He turns his hand over, looking at it. "What's happened to us...?"

One of many questions he had. He looks over at her, confused, making his way to her and sitting down beside her, resting his forehead in his hand.