Colin took a long moment, his brow furrowed, trying to get his brain to catch up to the completely unexpected information he was receiving. Colin knew Velentham. He remembered the Celestial being at his house before, even if he didn't clearly remember why Velentham had been there. It still gave him a slight headache to try to think about it, which Colin now knew was a sign that it was intertwined with Sanria.
Colin realized they were still standing in the foyer. 'Sorry, please, come, sit down.'
They entered the dining room and sat across the corner from one another. Gilean seemed to be having trouble looking at Colin and Colin felt a tinge of guilt as he thought it should probably be the other way around.
'I... I will need your help,' Gilean spoke with some difficulty, 'I don't yet know where he has taken her, but we're going to find her, and when we do... I know hes not going to let her go without a fight.'
Colin looked down at the table, his brow furrowed once more. Here was Gilean, sitting here asking for his help to get Sanria back. He knew how uncomfortable this must be for the priest. Even if Colin couldn't remember any of the history between himself and Sanria, Colin had grown to once again care for her since his return... care very, very much. They had even been intimate, which Gilean knew. Intimate recently, which Gilean did not know.
Here he was, faced with the prospect of helping to confront, and probably combat, a very powerful Celestial to save a woman he cared for. If they managed to survive he would then have to simply stand there and see her carried off by Gilean instead. Colin would be risking his life for another man's wife. But there was only one thing he could do. For deep down inside himself - in a place he tried to avoid because Gilean was his friend and the feeling as too difficult to face - Colin loved Sanria.
'Yes Gilean, of course. I'll help you in any way I can.'
