Leif squinted at the NightWing. "Do you know any information regarding this other Animus?" He asked skeptically. Maybe she hadn't been deceiving him all this time. The frostbite plaguing her wings was a sickening sight, her broken leg no better. Through all the panic he was facing now, he remembered the few minutes of fulfilled peace he had felt while helping Chenoa. He was well aware that those peaceful emotions simply meant so much to him, due to the fact that he assumed he had no soul left. It was a relief to do some good. Every spell, every enchantment... There were so many. He has been so reckless. But it was easier to push it off and to just forget about the unfixable. But it would catch up to him. Leif shivered, watching Chenoa forlornly.