You either love it or hate it

"Elgar’nan has arisen, why would others not awaken to challenge him?" Sylaise chided, "And a sanctuary should support many, not leave them abandoned outside its protection. You would bring shame to the Hearth?"

The scolding in her tone was even, the disapproval clear, but the essence made no move to tear down his seclusion. Her gaze wandered the glade as both Megara’s companions spoke, calling for the hermit to heed her words and aid their mission to retrieve what was lost.

"You will aid my host and her companions, and those who seek aid will be welcomed here. In return I will not cleave your hearth in two for your selfishness."

She had the power to, but temperance stayed her hand along with the understanding it would greatly weaken both herself and host. Sylaise was incomplete, her power limited, but not lacking in destructive ability.

"I will be watching, listening. Do not let me regret the grace I have bestowed so far." Her warning was clear, and with a final deep breath Sylaise retreated back within, returning Megara to herself again.

The healer shook herself, Ugh. I’ll never get used to that feeling… After adjusting and picking at her clothes she’d flash Camlen a wide smile. So… we’re looking for some lost supplies…