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It was wrong for a priestess to live in a tent. Even if the tent had been shored up, more of resembling a hut at this point. They should have had proper homes, not something pieced together on land they were being allowed to live on. It angered him, but it was something they were all forced to live with. At least now they had real missions to do, Fear to collect. More power to gather. His fragment seemed almost happy from where it rested against his chest, he had fed it recently, having gone on several lair tasks. It was the pleasure of harming humans that had inspired him to check up on the priestess whom he had not seen since their fragments had formed.

He knew well the route to take, exactly where Nergui resided. He had helped her to set up her temporary home, strengthening the flimsy materials, and now he traveled the path with ease. Perhaps he should have cleaned up a bit more from his task, a few tiny wounds littering his flesh, but he was mostly presentable. And who in Death would begrudge a bit of human blood on his clothing? As he neared he cleared his throat, the structure coming into view before his low voice boomed out. "Priestess?"

Soren's red eyes regarded the priestess as he moved toward her, tempted to just brush off her question. He was fine, really. They were just wounds from humans, nicks and scrapes, he had certainly sustained much worse and these would heal quickly. But it was a priestess asking and he owed her an actual answer. "I'm well Priestess."

He hesitated slightly. "I don't want to trouble you," he said with a low rumble at the thought of her making tea for him. But...while he did not wish to trouble her he could not refuse her hospitality either, and the fact that she was holding open the flap of the tent was a clear invitation. He moved forward, reaching out for the flap of the tent so that she would not continually need to hold it open, and followed her into the dwelling. It was somewhat familiar, he had been here before when working on it, but still his crimson gaze swept to and fro, taking in the changes. "Can I help?"

Once inside the tent Soren was able to straighten, watching her as she put the kettle on. There was nothing for him to really help with in terms of that, he would just get the way, so he held back, loitering at the entrance. He nodded in acknowledgement, yes, company. Those from Death had mostly seemed...secluded, and being able to have a "conversation" (as if Soren really kept up his side of the deal) with the Priestess was a nice change than constantly surrounding himself with those from War and Conquest. It was something he was beginning to accept though, even as much as he hated the idea of it. Fitting in with other clans just because there were so few of them left.

And of course there was the obvious, which was that Nergui was good company. She did not press him for answers or conversation, she understood what it meant for him to be a Guardian, which he viewed as one of the most important pieces of himself that he had left, and they genuinely seemed to enjoy seeing each other. There was nothing else to worry about.

He rumbled his agreement that there was really nothing to be done. They all lacked the luxury they should have: when he was being entirely ridiculous he would momentarily miss the copious pelts he had had adorning his room, trophies of prey that had been somewhat of a challenge. But to see a Priestess in a tent, talking about rearranging what few possessions she had, was an almost personal insult. He was still dwelling on that when she motioned him to sit and his red eyes looked to hers, blocked by the veil though they were, questioningly. But still, he moved into the dwelling and sat here indicated, moving the cushion aside first so he would not crush it. The ground would do just fine. "Priestess...?"

He was unsure as to what she was doing. Moving in front of him and kneeling down, but he had no right or real reason to question her. He was surprised by her actions, not so much what she was doing as why. The cool cloth caused an involuntary grimace, slight stinging pain worming its way into his cheek. Her words made sense, there was no telling with Halloween what sort of diseases and filth could be about.

She was thorough with her job. It did not feel good, not initially, cleaning out the scrapes and cuts, but the coolness of the rag began to feel nice on his face. It was just...comfortable for him. Perhaps a bit unusual to be so close to a Priestess in her quarters, but she did not seem to make a big deal about touching him, a casual hand on his leg to support herself. He closed his eyes halfway, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes, paying careful attention to her words. "As well as expected. Keeping busy." Few words to fill the silence as she tended to his wounds.

He let his eyes slide shut. A priestess should not have worry with his wounds, should not have to tend to him. He never would have asked her for such attention. But this was nice. It felt like someone...caring for him. Actually concerned about him and his health. He said nothing to that effect, enjoying the moment, allowing himself to pretend it was true. "You? All is well?

The compliment, for that was how he took it, was welcome. That his efforts to assist the clan in any way possible had not been overlooked completely, and to be acknowledge by a priestess as well, was nice. He opened his eyes as she finished with him, his red gaze tracking her movements. The guardian would have offered to help, not wanting to have a priestess waiting on him when it should have been the other way around, but she knew where the things were kept and he would doubtlessly just be in the way. It did not stop his fingers from practically itching to do some of the work though.

Now he was glad the pillow had been left empty, she deserved the comfort more than he. Soren had never stopped watching her, so their gaze caught before she turned her attention to the tea. "Always. A guardian would not speak of a priestess' affairs." Most took a vow of silence, an really, in some ways he could almost been seen as talkative compared to some of his peers that had been lost. But despite never taking the vow it was one he respected. Whether it was a trifling matter or something important he was safe to speak to without fear of the knowledge being spread.

He regarded her, meeting her eyes as she watched him. He was pleased that she trusted him, there would be no reason for her not to. She was a priestess, and priestesses needed to be protected at all costs. Her life, what she meant to the clan, was worth far more than his. And he did like her, more than a good portion of the priestesses had met. That certainly made his potentially life-risking decisions easier.

To hear her reveal about her insanity...he had known. But it was one thing to know and another to be trusted with the knowledge. He nodded, thinking over the subject anew. If anything she needed more care than others, he was not sure exactly what insanity entailed but it did not seem good.

She pulled away the veil, revealing herself to him. He had seen it move before, shifting, caught glimpses through the sheer fabric. It was unnerving really, the unnatural yellow glow, the difference it made as graced her cheeks. he reached out, daring to put his hand under her chin, making sure she was looking at him before he spoke, voice completely serious. "That changes nothing." He would protect her, insanity or no, so long as his duties allowed him and he could do so. He dropped his hand. "Thank you." The guardian really did not give her a reason. For trusting him, for telling him the truth, whatever it was Insanity was probably not the best topic for them to dwell on.

Her slender fingers caught his hand and he did not resist, squeezing back ever so slightly. He understood the need for physical reassurances, and if she was worried about what others thought about her affliction...trying to pull away from her touch would likely be detrimental.

There were probably very few if any left that would think about Soren having that intelligent of a thought, but he was a bit slower as he did things in general, and this was thought out. He nodded at her words, accepting them, appreciating them. "If I'm a friend you know there's no reason to thank me." It was not much he was doing really. He was simply accepting her as she was.

Now he pulled his hand away, but to reach for the tea that if he had any knowledge of, it had probably steeped long enough. "This is nice," he said without really explaining, and maybe she would not understand him. But just to simply be with another of his Clan, enjoying refreshments, "talking" if his few words could be considered such...they did not often seem to have time for these sorts of things as of late. It was only after he had pulled on the chains, raising the strainers from the water and hovering over the cup that he was not entirely sure where to put them now so he just paused, waiting, feeling slightly foolish.

He was grateful for the unspoken signal and set the strainers down on the towel, taking a cup with him as his hand moved back and he sipped at the drink. He was no connoisseur of tea, but he had had it often enough and this brew was a good one. Make a habit of this? He didn't need to think about it, answering her as soon as he has swallowed down his sip of tea. "Yes."

He would make time in his schedule for something like this, just relaxing with a friend who's company he enjoyed. Really his schedule was not that busy in the first place, but he would keep time free. "If you need something my residence isn't far." He described how to get there in as few words as possible, just in case she needed to know for any reason, not that it was hidden, but simply to make it clear that she was welcome.