The time had come. The moment he'd dreaded. Honestly, he'd put it off because he genuinely believed he could solve the problem himself; perhaps it would resolve itself, even. Lynessa knew who it was, anyway. Or he hoped that she did. That should have been an end to the problem... but... but he couldn't just let what happened on that day fade into obscurity. Someone else had to know, someone he trusted. Xithyria was a good candidate, that much was absolutely certain, but what good could he do, as a Guardian, as a low-ranking soldier? Could even he be the traitor? His mind immediately screamed no; the knight was absolutely rigid in his core beliefs, to an absolutely insane degree. Then again, that could be precisely what he wanted everyone to believe. He simply couldn't be certain. Vald was no better. The man was a drunkard half the time and a fool the rest of it. He couldn't be trusted as far as he could be thrown.
That only left one person, really, that he could turn to. Faith. She'd met Ilaren, for Karem's sake... and if there was anyone in the world he could trust with this information, it was her. The last person in the world to betray anyone, even her worst enemy. She'd already asked about the Ring of Fire in their earlier meetings and he'd pushed her away, out of embarrassment, out of uncertainty. Out of fear of what it could mean, for himself, for her. How to bring it up now, then? "Just say it," Greyhide sighed as he padded along beside him, shaking out his fur. "She'll understand, you know she will. Say it, explain it, leave no detail out." It was obvious what he meant by that, too. Lynessa. She was... she was dangerous, now. Not a traitor, no; it'd be unfair to dismiss her so easily, considering the sacrifice she'd made for the information, but... but she was now a ticking time bomb. At any point she could be asked to do unspeakable things in his name. What if she was in the same room as Ilaren? Lightning Knight high command? Hell, what if she was in the same room as Faith?
His pace picked up a little more, but he'd already been at a brisk trot; now he was bordering a full-out run towards Faith's house, Greyhide padding shortly behind, panting softly from exertion. The morning suns were still touching the horizon. Morning dew still hung on the grass and dripped from the trees, cold enough to chill but the weather had improved considerably since Cylus' icy grip had softened. They were no longer buried under snow and ice, at least. No more pulling icicles from his hair. As usual, he'd thrown on nothing but a very creased shirt and some trousers which were already slipping from around his waist, but he'd at least taken the time to find clean clothes this time, and splash some water on his face. In fact, this might have been the closest passing for clean he'd ever made before, at least with her. He muttered a silent prayer that she'd still be inside when he marched up the steps and started banging on the door. "Faith? FAITH? We... we need to talk, please! It's important!" Greyhide added his own voice to the cacophony and threw his head back, barking at the upper floors. "Faith, are you home? Please be home... oh please..."