"S-Sir Hayes!" Inarin startled, turning to face the old master with wide eyes. It took a moment for him to process the Golden's appearance, and the significance of his presence. "You're back... is-"
"Inarin!"
Inarin's heart leaped when he heard the voice that he'd been hoping for, and he turned again - towards the courtyard's gates, where there'd been an intermittent flow of paladins in and out ever since they got back. He was bloody, there were scorch marks on his armour to match those on the Golden's, and exhaustion was plain on his face, but he was there. Leon was safe. The pit of dread he'd pushed to the back of his mind - the fear that more of his family would be taken from him - ebbed away, replaced by relief. He jumped to his feet and closed the distance between them in a few moments, throwing his arms around his brother without heed for the cold steel interposed between them.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Aurelion put his arms around him, a tired but clearly just-as-relieved smile on his face. "I heard some of your friends were hurt, and I lost you in the crowd after... I'm just glad you're alright."
"Y-yeah," Inarin nodded, clinging to him. "I... I'm fine. Are you hurt? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I barely got scratched," he answered, shaking his head. He cast a glance over his shoulder at that, and Inarin followed his gaze to where a group of clerics were rushing a figure in white towards the monastery on a gurney. It took Inarin a few moments to recognise Noah... the real Noah, presumably.
"Is he..?" Inarin cast a worried look at Aurelion, who met his gaze with an uncertain frown.
"I'm not sure. His physical injuries aren't severe, but he passed out as soon as the fighting was over. I suppose he must have pushed himself too far..?"
"He uses enhancement animancy, doesn't he?" Inarin frowned. "There are animancers who can use their art to push their bodies beyond their limits, to make themselves faster or stronger, but then once they stop channelling, the excess exertion catches up to them all at once. It... it can be fatal, in extreme circumstances, but ... but it's usually not."
For a moment, Leon gave him a bewildered look, then he let out a small laugh. "I shouldn't be surprised that you knew that, should I?" He smiled fondly, patting Inarin on the arm. "Well, by Light's grace I hope we don't lose him. I don't know how he's wielding one of the oathblades, but... well, I'll say this much: I've no doubt things would have gone differently had he not been there."