[ Sarangerel keeps her hands on his chest and the back of his head while he sits up to down the medicine, just in case he should find himself weaker than he thought and staying upright becomes more of a chore than expected. Of course, G'raha manages just fine, Saran's worries largely born from her own deeply rooted fears, and she sighs softly to herself in relief once he finishes off the vial, then lies back down. Her fingers return to providing soft affection and comfort. ]

Tataru is nothing if not earnest.

[ The voidsent... Yes, she can certainly see how they would feel that way, even if to the people of the Source, of course, the pact meant certain death and destruction. She presses her lips together tightly rather than speak out against the foolishness and recklessness of G'raha's plan, but her displeasure with it is clear still on her delicate features. She allows him to finish explaining himself, hoping that he realizes he should have not taken such action alone and never will again. ]

And do you think you did accomplish that? Or is there still more anger among them that you would see spent?