The Endless Spire

Glade nickered as he nudged her, cheerful. "You are never a burden, Perseus. Please, feel free to come to me with such troubles. I've noticed many of the corrupted ones... well. Generally loners, without support, from the few I've looked into. Community breeds contentment, as my father would say." She tossed her mane. Her magic had been different... more powerful... but that was the result of her dedicated training, and felt natural to her. After all, was the Order not founded on improving one's own abilities for the betterment of all? She'd like to think so, at least.

She gazed at him as he stepped back, towards the tower, a gentle expression on her severe face. "You have friends. And you're right... I'm sure all will be fine, in the end. Godspeed and Grace be with you, Perseus."