Revelation
"I will do what I can," Frexa’s arms were crossed in front of her chest now, a shield to protect her from the feelings that felt like daggers to her gut. She’d been stabbed before and this felt just as painful.
Her shoulders were rolled forward in an attempt to stay looking strong. She was definitely leaving. As soon as he they were both awake and she could say goodbye, she would leave. Of course she couldn’t admit that.
"You need to wake up," Frexa’s voice was slightly strained and she hoped the other woman wouldn’t notice. "Everyone needs you. Jim is ill, Zir seems lost though he doesn’t appear to remember that there is a way in the first place… If there is anything I can do to help heal you, I will."
Maybe that was the best way to make Jim happy, to bring Hel back to him if she could and then get out of the way. “Though I don’t know if my technology works on your kind, it might be worth a try.”
Hel looked to the other goddess, but still didn’t release James’ hand. She could see something in the other’s eyes. She was… not being entirely truthful in some regard, but Hel’s head ached as she tried to determine just how.
But all thoughts flew from her mind at the mention of Zirnitra. Her eyes widened slightly and her voice cracked noticeably. “You’ve… you’ve spoken with Zirnitra?” When last she had seen Zirnitra truly, the god wished her dead. That much she knew, even if it broke her heart. “H-has he returned to Lysa Hora?”
"He hadn’t when I last saw him," Frexa had new reason for concern as she avoided Hel’s eyes. "It was several days ago, I think- maybe more, but when I last saw him, he didn’t remember you. I gave him some advice in the hope that he would remember again, but other than that I don’t know."
Everyone had said they were together, which made her wonder what her feelings for Jim even were and whether he would have the same problem as she did. The thought made her wince. She couldn’t bear the idea of Jim feeling as bad as she did inside.
And now if Zir did’t return her love, then Hel would be feeling it too. It was too much drama. This kind of situation belonged in fiction, not in the real world where it could do harm.
"I don’t think he has returned there yet. I was recently near there, but I didn’t go to the mountain itself so I can’t be sure. I’m sorry I don’t know more, I’ve been very busy with something else."
Hel looked away, nodding. She had hoped, but even that had been for nothing. She tried to ignore the tugging in her mind, the tiredness as the strain of keeping this form started to wear at her.
"Of course... " She grimaced in pain, but tried to hide it. "Thank you for looking out for James, Frexa, it means a great deal."
