Erik didn't know. Only two people knew, and Erik was not one of them.
They have Kahn'a.
It hit him full force, like a ton of bricks. He stood there almost dazed as it sank in. Things Erik said after that sort of faded in and out for the briefest time. Words like rescue him, and better off dead stuck out strongly. He only knew the name Black Chains in passing and yet still he felt like someone had poured ice water in his veins as it all started to sink in. It took the poor boy a second to collect himself, the panicked look on his face telling of everything going through his head in that instance. His hand came up to grip the chain just above the locket as if he were trying to still his trembling though it wasn't working.
Calm down.
Something about the Elezen. He knew they were out there, he could hear their breathing. What he lacked in good eyesight he made up for in with above average hearing, and smelling. There were quiet whispers between them, nothing that indicated they had heard anything Mikh'a and Erik had spoke of but he was barely paying attention. His gaze swung back around to Erik again.
Breathe.
His hands moved without even thinking about it. He pulled the chain over his head and secured the locket around his neck. Distract the Ishgardians. Lead them away from the door, don't let them eavesdrop. Mikh'a straightened then when Erik gave the final order and snapped to attention in the first near flawless Flame Salute he'd ever performed before he turned on heel and moved swiftly to intercept the Elezen before any of them made it within proper hearing range of the door. "Ser!" he called in greeting from the doorway. His face was grim though it matched the fabricated task he and his "master" were meant to be performing.
"I don't think I caught your name..." the Elezen they'd dealt with initially was trying not to seem nosy, while still doing so.
"Apologies. I often forget it's appropriate, most don't ask given my station-- Zana'sae." he gestured. It was the last thing Erik would see of him before the door closed. His voice would fade as he led the group away with an, "My master has need of your--" and then they were moving out of earshot and down the stairs again.
It was likely Erik knew now, what he hadn't known before. The look on the poor boy's face was telling.
Kahn'a...
