a hand to hold so I can face the cold

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Blue light fills the interior of the cave, warming it at least visually; it isn't as though Wessex will mind the cold. The Voice appears, and if the Wraith expects to see disappointment on her sterile and porcelain features, she will find such an emotion lacking. 'Hello my brightest one.' Tendrils of electricity extend from her fingertips, brushing against Wessex's cheek that the Voice might pull her attention up. "Despite what happened by the Sea of Glass....I am very proud of the cleverness you and the rest of our family showed." That Ronin and Remi were growing to be impossible obstacles was not the Wraith's fault. "Seeking the aid of the Eirachi...placing our kin in such a way as to trick the others...I could not have orchestrated your efforts better myself."