"It is...not quite your sensibilities I fear," Skellig says, his tone wry. "Moreso it is the look on her face I will have to contend with once she realizes that you and I have had this discussion. And some of it I feel should remain private, between her and I."

He sobers slightly at Elihu's original question, and nods.

"After her injury, as she was still quite weak, she needed to hunt." The emphasis on the word 'hunt' will be enough for her brother to understand. "We sought refuge on an island for a few days. Once she had recovered enough to shift back into her form she wears here...she had other desires which needed to be fulfilled."

Skellig will leave those for Elihu to understand on his own, even with the disclaimer.

"During one of our sessions, she and I..." He pauses, considering just how best to explain this. "My true form..." he motions at his 'wings' in the empty air behind his shoulders, even though they are not visible (nor will he reveal them in this space) the hint may be enough. "Is that which is part owl. I have kept my wings well-protected from all, and during one of our sessions...she put her hands into my feathers, and it was as if..."

He looks away at a point on the table, because this is a mystery that still he cannot describe fully in words that make sense.

"It was as if I was no longer lost," he settles on. "I gave myself fully to her, held nothing back, for she is my mate and I am hers. And from that moment forth everything has been...clearer. I said her name and it just...made sense. Her Karma and my Light were joined, our energy. I had not felt that way since I was given my name."

There is much power in a name.