Aerious was humbled, his rash action had almost cost him his life, and he had almost been a slave to the one he tried to kill. It was only due to the actions of those...humans...that he regained his right mind, flying off into the sky. The only acknowledgment he gave before he left was a telling glance towards Matis and Alan. One he knew as an ally of sorts, the other as a rival, but both worthy.
He designed, there are then, to be forever outside of human affairs. He flew towards Nabata, and has taken up residence on the edge of the desert, still unwilling to approach the Archsage and Arcadia. His presence is not unknown to them, and he has a fair share of visitors of his race, at Athos' request. Though that fact is unbeknown to him.
Five years passes as a day, and his centuries of life continues.