Tynan's eyes were on Feather, and he wasn't surprised to see her gasp in surprise at Adam. "Aha, I thought so," the boy said brightly, seeming quite unconcerned. He looked at their perplexed faces. "Well, at least we know where one of them is."

"That is a weird thing to say!" Arum exclaimed worriedly, waving his hands. "So you're saying there's some kind of - of demon in Feather and that's okay?"

Tynan frowned, his hand still gripping his arm as the pain was slowly fading. "It is." he said, certainty in his voice.

"What?!" Arum growled, rounding on Tynan. He pointed at the man. "Have you any idea what you're talking about? We have to get it out of her."

Tynan lips curled up slightly in a barely perceptible sheer at the impulsive young priest. "Oh? How do you propose we do that?" he asked coldly. "It hasn't killed her and I don't think it will. It needs her. For some reason... it fears the other four." Feather was staring at him, her body still, though her eyes betrayed a tightly controlled panic.

"And how would you know?" Arum growled.

"Do you really believe you know everything there is to know about her?" Tynan drawled lazily, his dark eyes as hard as agates cut deep into Arum's furious sky blue. Their gazes locked, a recognition of motives. The atmosphere thickened noticably and for a moment, there was the fleeting feeling of flame and forest.

Adam was smiling awkwardly from the bed. "Okay, okay, lets all calm down now." he said with brittle brightness. "The fact is that we don't know how to get rid of Five, and it most likely won't hurt her. So we don't have to-" A sudden explosion rocked the stones of the cloister, motar raining in a fine dust from the cieling. "What was that?" Adam squeaked.