Veraka returned the smile; "You mean Lady Erelae and Lady Zarstra? I remember well, I was there too. You did what you did, and so did everyone else. Not a day goes by that I don't miss those Dark Dancers in the rebel house."
Surprising as it might be to the rogue drowess, the paladin recalls all the details in full color and recognition, even as he sits there stroking his wife's hair, and rubbing Aurora's fur with his other hand, the expression in his eyes said more than one could understand, save Zarae, who had been there when her house had fell, on the battlefield in the Underdark, Veraka had faced off with the enemy soldiers. If she could understand the feelings through one's eyes, Zarae would see that the aasimar knew how she felt; regret, sorrow, a pang of longing to see Erelae, and the rebels again.
"It wasn't just you under there, Zarae; I remember all of them, all of their faces, all of their fear, all of their joy. I miss them too, Zarae, I miss them too," the tone in his voice said it all.
"As to what's going on now, well, suffice to say, I didn't see that coming, I mean, Neriah having conceived, as well as Cinder, it really is something to wrap one's head around."
"Hey; remember, you wanted this too, Veraka.," Neriah quietly added, while stroking her husband's cheek. Aurora looked up at the two, then with a sighing 'GRUFF', plopped her head back down.
Sanisa merely listened to Adian, then gently placed her hand over his eyes; "Paladin of Eilistraee, move not one muscle." Right then, the her eyes glowed gold as divine, white energy from the heavens flowed through her.
"Lord Torm; grant me, your loyal and humble soldier, the power and grace to restore this young man's eyes to what they were. Lead him not with his restored vision, but with his heart and his soul. Let his eyes merely be the means to which he guides himself down the path of righteousness and humility," silver wisps and strands of magic encircled around Sanisa's arm, slowly making their way to Adian's covered eyes. Sanisa's command of magic was immense indeed, as Zyzaat had pointed out earlier.
"Loyal Fury, let this young warrior of the Dark Maiden see again, for not only his sake, but for those of his now conceived children; grant me this, here and now, Lord Torm." The divine magic wrapped around the Solar's hand and circled around Adian's head; the feeling was one of a tingling sensation, but with warmth and comfort all together. Sanisa then lifted her hand away from the paladin's eyes, her Healing spell dissipating into the very air itself. Adian would find his vision restored to its original health.
In War, Justice; In Peace, Hope; In Death: Sacrifice