A simple smile rests on the pale white face of the shaman as the mare considers her response. Onni may not be the sharpest of her peers, yet it did not take the healer long to figure out that Kahlua was significantly different than many. Some might call it simple or even, for the rude folk, dumb, but the pegasus instead found it charming. The beautiful painted mare of ebony and white had a kind heart, since they had gotten off so ill to begin with - now, they were mutual friends. Only the soft, the gentle would forgive such breaches of logic and manners.

So, no matter how simple Kahlua was, the Illuminant thought her a pleasant girl. Fun, happy, and, at times like this, sweet. The response given surprised the mare a bit, though, causing her lips to turn down in a frown of confusion for a moment.

Saving her life? Thinking back, Onni remembered that the girl had been at the scene with the giant fire monster. Her frown turns to a smile, and the tobiano gives a good hearted chuckle. "I would say nearly knocking you off your hooves hardly counts as saving your life," the gentle voice responds. "However, I am always happy to help a friend in need." The truth, earnest, easy. The shaman had injured enouugh bodies recently; the bright spirited mare had lost sight of what really mattered in her life.

The Sun, her healing, and her loved ones. They needed her to be the kind shaman. The Sun would expect nothing but a shining soul, even if tarnish had found a place upon the gold.

As Kahlua speaks of monsters, Onni's attention is stolen by the sound of an approach, the flashing form of Midas, preceded by the familiar call of Fina. Lyhty chirps in response to the phoenix, and a smile widens upon soft, pink lips. "Midas," the healer returns upon his greeting, offering a nod. "Kahlua is a sister of the Edge," Onni says in response to his acknowledgement of her company. The General, of course, would need to know who resided within the borders, or Kri would have his throat.

The fear of Kahlua catches into Onni's senses as the mare scoots closer, her demeanor now agitated, and her words barbed with things that did not make sense. One of the chocolate ears flips back in confusion as the shaman views Kahlua, then back to Midas, wondering what occurred. "Surely you are mistaken, friend," the healer says, her voice quiet but calm. "Midas has a kind heart, the same as you."