"Vi could have just given you the power to bring back a third one a year." Safrin spat bitterly, ignoring the fact that the God of Life was not in the habit of simply casually handing out the ability to withhold souls from his beloved. Her eyes, still dark with sorrow, shifted downward to the still, beautiful form of Seren. Tears streamed down her cheeks in silent rivulets as she continued, "Look at her—" Her tone softened, mingling bitterness gave way to a maternal tenderness that belied her divine nature.
"Beautiful as this shell is...her soul is not here." Glancing to the Knight, Safrin's gaze held his for a long, aching moment before she lowered her eyes again. "If you would send her off the way you did with Aoife, then I will leave her here with you."
"Beautiful as this shell is...her soul is not here." Glancing to the Knight, Safrin's gaze held his for a long, aching moment before she lowered her eyes again. "If you would send her off the way you did with Aoife, then I will leave her here with you."
