One furious glance downwards as Ilúvatar continued to ignore her yelling. Eibhear was already there beside her, steel eyes telling her that there was no way down to Ilúvatar and no saving him either. Aeotha was a terrible mix of emotions that edged more towards anger. Anger towards both Eibhear and Ilúvatar. She slid one foot back down the rock face, finding a perch below her, then the other. then her fingers loosened from the rock and she slid them downwards to head backwards. But before she could slip down to the next little ledge of rock Eibhear had closed his hand around her wrist. He would not let her back down. But he could not pull the both of them up so easily.. but he could hold her there.
She was not about to hang here and watch anyone die. Nor was she going to be able to fight Eibhear off. One furious glance in his direction, met with cool eyes that were both determined and a little scared. "We have to go back down." She said firmly, eyes on him even as she heard Ilúvatar's axe connect with the first Drow. A sickening sound of broken bone, split flesh, and dead body thrown to the earth. She did not know why it was not him arguing for his friend. His friend, the one he'd introduced to her. He might not have understood what small connection and affection Aeotha felt towards his friend now, and may have hated it, but it wasn't his place to allow a sacrifice. Not Eibhear. Not the man who killed hundreds of Orc while the rest of his men lay injured and dying in the forests and meadows around Iasa.
Eibhear who had savagely killed an Anacleto in the shadow of a temple for leaving him and his men to die purely out of spite. Didn't he see the foolishness in this?
What sounded like wind rushed down over the edge of the rockface around them. But it was not wind, the first rush twang of arrows followed by dozens of rocks pelleted down into the darkness. Catching faces, arms, and bodies of drow as they emerged from the darkness around Ilúvatar. If she listened hard, which she was trying not to do over listening for Eibhear to respond to her, she would have heard the careful instruction of Fenrir, or Pol. Instead Aeotha was looking at Eibhear for what felt like the first time in ages. She didn't know if it was fair to see what she was seeing. Not when she loved Etain as much as she did. Not when she had suffered through that heartbreak and settled firmly on the life she was blessed with.
"Please." Aeotha didn't realize she sounded like she was begging until she heard her own voice there over the twang of arrows and the roar of action down by the base of the rock face. Was she begging? This was no place to ask how she felt, or why she felt like this. This desperation over saving one soul who had done exactly what she'd been trying to do in the first place. Sacrificing herself so that they might live. So that they might continue on and finish what mission was left them and to find Talmus before he found the king.