It's a cold cold world out there

Nephele

My ruptured lungs, they were left this way
For once I'm out of breath

If there are stares, concealed or otherwise, Nephele does not react to them. She has explored much of the Hollowed Grounds, interacting with a variety of individuals who have gawked, stammered, or cursed upon the sight of her. She does nothing to conceal her oddities, instead turning her hawklike gaze to Remi as condolences are metered and delivered. Suspicion rises sharply within her scientific mind. The fact that he knows of Delah's passing at all is enough to put her on edge, though her face is as smooth and unburdened as a still lake. She dips her head in deference all the same, sincere shades of mourning flickering briefly over her face, for she had respected and loved Delah in a way that few others understand or care to comment on. "Indeed she was. She has left a great void to fill, but she made us strong enough to do so." Of that she is certain.

As they speak of the deliveries and body parts, Nephele listens patiently. Absorbing that which is offered as they share their experiences. "We have had no Ascended attempt to cross the border into the Greatwood. It was not done on our land, though there was no attempt at delivery to the Sidhe Village either. That leaves a multitude of races allowed within our borders but not our home." Again twisting and weaving her words to suit her needs. Her brow furrows slightly, wings flexing at her back as she considers what path to take here. "If we cannot find them, what is our course of action?"

The truth I seek never felt so bleak
but i maintain my depth