Sophronia shot Arkerril a warning glance as she felt his anger and irritation slip through her mind. He always seemed to be hosting such negative emotions. Shaking her head, she moved aside for the demon and tugged Arkerril along with her so they didn't block the way. "If you don't like his name, then why not give him a new one? Everyone deserves a name." Her voice held no judgement, only simple curiosity a she shifted to eye the elf, and then the demon holding his bond. Gisa's words helped to make that obvious.

The dark elf crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't be able to make me blush, no matter how much you might try Gisa!"He couldn't remember very well, but thought that perhaps that was the first time he used her name. It was a rather odd thing to realize for him, and even his tone held less rancoeur then usual. Part of that of course could be attributed to Sophronia's presence, but not all. There was something a little odd about the way Gisa interacted with Naer, though perhaps that was more Soph's sentiment then his ... Sometimes he caught himself thinking a little like her, and she the same.