Empathically Killian watched the two of his clergy locked together watching the memory of that night. Eliabeth had been raped, Haden realised this quite early on, it was obvious. Killian could have stopped it, but he decided against it. Perhaps Haden would learn to think before he opened his mouth if he learned to just sit and listen. Or in this case watch. Killian noticed Haden’s hands clench, then he noticed the blood drip. He could have had it disappear from his lovely clean checkerboard floor but he thought that a flourish of magic might break the connection.

It wasn’t too long until the ball faded, its green light flickered and it became dull and black. Quickly Killian snatched it up from the table and dropped it into the pocket of his greatcoat. The ball was about the same size of a melon but made no impression on the outside of the garment. Killian managed to hide a smile. Not just his temple was bigger on the inside.

Love took a deep breath and stood up. Haden had moved to hug Eliabeth, he was truly sorry, that much was obvious. Killian lifted a hand, his silver wand was in his hand, it was beautiful in the half light of the atrium, it almost sparkled. A little blue light seemed to escape its tip as if it was excited about being almost ready to cast magic.

The wand let out a few blue sparks as Killian made it dance through the air; first a small table appeared beside the three of them, then a silver plate. Killian’s favourite blue and white china teapot appeared next with three identical china cups. The tea started to pour itself; Killian took the first in his hand and took a sip before flourishing the wand a final time. Food appeared on the silver plate, and the appropriate instruments to eat it with, but only two plates.

“You two need to eat. It’ll make you feel better. Try and learn from this, then you can move on together. I’ll catch you both later.”

Killian flashed them both a quick smile then turned on the spot, simply disappearing with a crack.

Although you could hear him chuckling for a few seconds afterwards.

Eliabeth's eyes remained closed during the whole ordeal with the ball, so she was oblivious to the blood dripping from Haden's hands. She just wanted it all to be over, and when it was she trembled, afraid to see Haden's reaction. When his arms wrapped around her and kissed her forehead she threw her arms around him.

Any pain he had caused her was nothing compared to the pain of no longer having him in her life. All she wanted was for him to understand what happened, but she could not face telling him. His words played in her mind and all she could say back was, "I love you." Her mouth moved with the words but her voice did not manage to speak them, responding telepathically instead.

Before much more was said the God had decided he was no longer needed, and indeed, everything seemed to be as good as it could get in the situation. Haden knew now, and still loved her. She was relieved beyond measure to have him on good terms with her again. She refused to let go for several minutes, just holding him tight.

They would both have to learn from this. She loved him, but was not ready for any kind of next step. They could not make any long term commitment to each other if they could not trust each other and deal with their breaks in communication themselves without bringing in a god. True, he was here for them this time, but she was sure even the God's nerves would wear thin eventually if he had moody teenagers bursting into his office at all hours.

In a seated position, the red head priest clenched his fists as he was watching what happened to Eliabeth. It hurt to watch the memories, but it did give him a better understanding of her nightmares. Not realizing that he was being watched by Killian, he clenched his hands and felt the blood drip from his palms but did nothing to stop it or even bother to heal the scratches until the vision ended. Digging his nails from his palms, he healed the wounds, and moved over to Eliabeth and hugged her before sitting on his knees on the floor.

Hiding his face in her knees, he about jumped upon feeling her wrap her arms about him and pull him close. Though to anyone else it would have looked awkward to see the red head priest inbetween the legs of Eliabeth, them hugging and in an embrace of sorts. To know that she had forgiven him for everything that he had said or done, in the moments of being in the Temple. Telling her, that he was sorry though a brief mental statement, he looked up at her face, for some sign that she did forgive him.

Hearing her tell him, mentally, that she loves him as well, a faint trace of a smile lined his lips as he reached up and stroke her cheek gently caressing it beneath his finger tips. Lightly pulling her towards him, he kissed her gently, every notion of hearing what Killian said was out the window and he didn't care anymore. She was the only thing that mattered right now and he wouldn't change that anytime soon. Holding her or rather her holding him, he was alright with the stance that they were taking.

Reaching into his pocket he carefully pulled out a chain. The chain was silver and small linked like that of chain mail. A thin strip of light red silk wove in and out of the links giving it a different appearence. At the bottom of the chain was a red gem a ruby of sorts, that was carved like a heart. A silver base cradled the heart with a diamond at the dip of the top. The heart and its silver cradle attached to the chain in a way that the pendant could move as the chain shifted around the wearers' neck.

Straightening it out in his hand he smiled softly. I have a gift for you my sweet and I am going to put it on you without you getting to look at it first. Holding it to where she couldn't see, I streched out the chain and clasped it behind her neck. Kissing her once lightly, I moved the pendant to the center of her neck and smiled. "I do hope you like it, I saw it and though of you." Rising, he offered out his hand to help her up to move from the area or to hug without it being so awkward.

((ooc: Eliabeth already has the necklace)