It couldn't be anymore beautiful

Maea

And from the dark

"...and then he actually answered, and it was like nothing I've ever experienced before. You wouldn't expect the god of death to be so kind, or warm - but he was all of that, and more. I can't even explain it." Walking down the path leading up to Frey's Breath, Maea regailed Liam with the miraculous encounter she'd had with Mort. Her entire being seemed filled with pent up energy and the way she spoke was animated, phrases accentuated with sweeping gestures. She kept turning around, walking backwards for a few paces so she could see him properly and every time a wide smile lit her up from within. "So that's why I need water, and to talk about what it's like to return from death, and... Liam, do you know how to guide lost souls? I knew someone who could, once, but that was on Ludo's behalf and I've no idea how to go about it." 
But if that was the only obstacle to reuniting with her companion, Maea would find a way. Someone had to know; there was no doubt in her mind that Mort wouldn't set her a task that was impossible to complete.

Something new will come on through
and rise again