Konrad was conflicted.... Wife was back, yes... But sharing the body of a middle age pictocaster, how does she love on wife with a second person in the room?
Then there was the Keleer being prayed to in the med bay, her original body reborn to youthful vigour.... But no soul.
How to get the soul from one woman to the other?
This was headache inducing.
Maybe have them touch? Pass the soul like that? Curse the warp, she was walking in the dark here, no answers where coming to her... And her hair was still in that stupid Tom boy stage.
She rages in the privacy of her rooms, none shall see her anger released after so many centuries, walls carved, displays shattered, portraits shredded. She vents her a her at the unknown, even her visions would not show her of the way.
Eventually, her rage burns out, leaving her exhausted, surrounded by ruin.
By the Emperor she was weak.... Always had been.