Estinien just kind of watches this all happen, glad at first that convincing Wrathion has proved easy, only to wince as he attempts to take flight... and crashes, as was expected. Estinien leaps over to his side in a flurry of white wings.

"You have been weakened by your rebirth," he says. "Your wings will strengthen with time. Until then... I will take you unto the wood. There, I have a means to bring you to safety, away from prying eyes."

He casts a look at the shrine researchers that have still not left, but are now watching in awe some a distance. He furrows his brow.

"...We are of the Pleroma," he calls back to them. "If you have faith, do not betray our presence to the Regent's followers."