XV - That Which Remains
"Ah," responded Nineve to Yllasys, "It is the very same things that occupy my thoughts, then. I didn't realize you'd also spoken to Mazzahs, and was some concerned that somebody else had requested my aid with other things, when, to be perfectly honest, I know what I must do."
She glanced down at the necklace, not touching it yet, reckoning it to have some quality beyond its fine aesthetics. She didn't question, certain the First would explain, but instead said:
"What you've said echoes my own feelings on the matter. This group has garnered the Lady's favor, and that one of Her own has arrived here I do not believe to be any happenstance. More, I hope that I may be able to encourage those who guard that tablet to explain some things they did not in the first meeting with them." Nineve paused there, the prospect of such an encounter being fate heavy and intimidating. As she'd alluded at the meeting, elven undead were words virtually exclusive. Sick, power-maddened humans sought such states, not wise and benevolent members of her own folk. Not in any but the most dire of situations.
"And more broadly, I agree it is time, past time, for us to offer our assistance, before it's too late and the consequences blight us all." She inclined her head then. "Thank you for your confidence in me, Yllasys First. Like the humans of Helix, we too are blessed with excellent leadership. I'll do all in my power to be worthy of your trust."
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