Exion skimmed the bottom of the few clouds.'' So beautiful, untainted, uncontrolled.'' he said softly to himself, though obviously loud enough to hear. '' Cold?'' he asked absently. He wasn't sure if it was concern, or making conversation. His mind was on what her chosen path meant, and the choices she had ahead of her. To Continue to run from everything.. to take out the hunters. Or to go straight for the source, and confront her stepmother.