The Crystal Exarch very rarely rested. In fact, he never slept. Siphoning energy from the tower allowed him to resist sleeping for some time. He did not have time to sleep. Not when he still hadn't been able to summon his target.
Nevertheless.... He can feel Evie's gaze on him. Perhaps she had noticed something. He had been secretive but he feared he had let his guard down. He did not know how much she knew from her time WITH Firmian.
"Is something amiss?" She had been a useful ally and he could only pray this was the start of her second chance at life. Yet saving both worlds came first and he would not survive to see if her being here helped restore her in the Source.
"If there is something you need, please do not hesitate to inform me."
Evie rested her chin on her fingers. For her, even such a simple sensation was a bit blissful. To live with no feeling, with no body of your own was an exercise in barely maintaining one's sanity. At her weakest moments, she prayed for the twelve to end it. Even to Azim and Nhaama at times, when she recalled them. Yet, here she was. Still a world away from Firmian, but very much whole and herself.
The Crystal Exarch had, by accident, given her some semblance of her life back. An unprecedented feat on Hydaelyn; or more accurately, the Source. It was humbling, if not a bit fascinating. She was a natural talent at the arcane arts, understanding the movements and manipulation of aether intimately when other children were learning times tables. Even she failed to understand how he had managed it.
When she was with Firmian, her understanding of aether expanded, as she saw the world more through aether than her own eyes. That afforded her a rather unique perspective, seeing the world as a voidsent might. It wasn't inconceivable that the First could have its own Crystal Tower, but the aetheric signature of the place was identical to the one she'd seen on the Source. Moreover, the Crystarium itself was built using what looked like old Allagan tech.
And then there was the Exarch himself. His manner of dress was also quite Allagan in appearance. It was curious. Too curious for her to ignore.
"I'm curious. You tell your people I reside in your homeland. Pray tell, what land might that be? Somewhere outside Norvrandt, perhaps?"
If he was indeed Allagan, she would surely have cause to doubt his intentions a bit. Although if his ends were to bring Firmian here, she would hesitate to deny him that.
