"Sorry..." she said, rubbing the back of her head, sheepishly. "You got me thinking..."

"You, thinking?" Goligan teased, but there was an edge of worry in his tone.
Najaran seemed to ignore him.

"Someone back home... I'm not sure if I'm supposed to stop him or help him or what at this point..." she admitted. "But I'm starting to see how he became... what he is..."

"If you mean Zenith, what he is... is a danger," Goligan said flatly. "Have you forgotten how many times he's tried to kill you? Or how he attacked Sir Owen? Or the way he didn't care who he hurt the first time you met him?"

Naja's lips compressed as she shook her head. She reached up to fidget with her earring, forgetting for a second that her current earrings were just studs. Her fingers stuttered until they found the ear lobe, then fell. It just.. wasn't the same and besides, her mind was on Zenith now. "I haven't forgotten," she murmured. "But he did save me from the Lord of the Flies," she pointed out.

"Because he wanted to kill you himself!"

"And he did help out in the forest... Against the Dark Lord..."

"After he made things worse. By attacking you! Without any regard for the situation or the innocents he could have killed!"

She nodded, pensively. "Exactly.." she said quietly, falling into thought again. "After."