[Drawn to panic and pain, Seviilia's untimely arrival is almost prophetic as she saunters into the chamber, clad in full armor to the point that its heavy chainmail train nearly catches on the doorway as she enters. She has the decorum to reach up and lower her hood around pointed ears to blink passively at both Cathaway and Prince and then over to Lexa, and finally: Shepard.]
Starting early, are we?
[Her voice echoes off the walls, with a hint of amusement. Apparently, she does not have the concern for their leaders that the other two share -- or perhaps the various emotions and synapse responses are enough to distract her from feeling.
The sensation was not unlike a teleportation spell, and those the liches would preform were just as volatile, transporting a necropolis in the blink of an eye. She might not prefer it, but its familiar enough that she doesn't need to ask what happened.]
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Starting early, are we?
[Her voice echoes off the walls, with a hint of amusement. Apparently, she does not have the concern for their leaders that the other two share -- or perhaps the various emotions and synapse responses are enough to distract her from feeling.
The sensation was not unlike a teleportation spell, and those the liches would preform were just as volatile, transporting a necropolis in the blink of an eye. She might not prefer it, but its familiar enough that she doesn't need to ask what happened.]
Will you rest here?