for my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before

Vanea's brow, though unable to wrinkle, furrows. "Why have you come here to help us? Had you received a signal from Lady Meyneth?"

Elma also frowns, but they signal more disappointment, disapproval, than confusion. She shakes her head.

"I'm here because it was too dangerous for me to stay where I was. That doesn't mean I'm not here to help, but you'll need to explain exactly who Lady Meyneth is, if that's what you want."

They're not a Homs, that much is plain. The air's ambient ether seems to suffocate their senses, slightly.

For Vanea, her company itself is intoxicating.