This was enough to respond to--mention of the Trial--and Pride at once grimaced. "Ahh, I know it. I have met another who was in it--and we lost two group members. Fireheart, and Nassir--perhaps you saw them in there? The white wolf, the black leopard? They were both members of the Seven," Pride explained.

"The Seven are guardians. We try to protect others, where we can, and to offer sanctuary to those who need such protection. But with the loss of two members to that Trial we are... few. Were you aiming to become a guardian, then? Or did you seek protection?" he asked, tilting antlered head.

'I saw them. They both went with honor.' Pride dipped his head, respectful acknowledgment of this statement bringing a moment of silence in turn. He took a sad breath, and looked up again.

He was beginning to realize just how badly the bird's sight was--their confusion, their slow movement toward food and the like. Their halting conversation of prior was explainable, too, by the awful trauma they must have undergone: Pride had yet to meet someone who'd passed through the Trial wholly unscathed.

"Of course," he told her, softly. "I am happy to teach you what I know of magic; there are ways you can see, a little, if your eyes are very badly off-?" he asked. "But if you wish, I am willing to call you one of us, and offer you a place here, and whatever knowledge I can give you. It would be my honor," he added, sincerely.

There was grief deep within his chest. Having lost Nassir, Fireheart, to the Trial had been a terrible thing. But there was something tragic, poetic, in other survivors--survivors they'd perhaps helped--coming now to the Seven in turn, and joining them.

Something... fitting.

Pride nodded off gently toward the ruins. "I will try not to be too loud near you, then. If you'd like, you can find some place to call home among the ruins, there; I have ways I might be able to help you see, in a way, through magic. I have a familiar bonded to me through whom I can see, at times, and that might work for you, or there are ways to at least sense things through magic. But for now, find a home, and feel free to settle in. I can go with you, or you can call me if you need me; and then anything you need that I have, is yours."

He offered a bow, then realized again that they couldn't see it, and stifled a sigh at his own mistake.

"It is an honor to have you with us," he added.

And he was realizing further that again, their social interaction skills were... not particularly great. Rainstorm hadn't responded to much of what he'd said, but in fairness what more was there to say, bar niceties? Perhaps they were a more to-the-point sort, and he was being unfair, but he'd have to remember this quirk, going forward.

Either way... perhaps he could help them. Only time--and his diligence--would tell.