@archeolcgist location: The Pyramid, Infirmary notes: Sister to Sister
Over the years Nettelia had caught glimpses of him, Aren. Through the lives of the acolytes she’d turned through her considerable years he came and went, she quietly wondered if he resented her - if he resented them by extension. The men and women that Nettelia had blessed, druids like Eren who had the same penchant for domination and rule. Her brother hung now in the balance between this world and the next, physically fine but emotionally broken. A sister’s betrayal, a brother’s damnation, and now this: a body that had been riddled with holes.
“Oh, Aren,” Nettelia breathed as she sat at his side, her fingers brushed some of his signature unruly curls from his brow as he breathed lightly into the still air of the pyramid. She could feel him battling within, the weight of a mind that had been thoroughly broken battled now with the weight of the destined’s own experience. Ones that only spanned a couple of decades now had to stand the weight of thousands of years of mercilessness. She had seen Andreas in his uncertainty and trepidation, were she still pious then perhaps Nettelia might have prayed - but she above all knew that there was no point. Instead, the archdruid chose to believe in the brother that had no reason left to believe in her.
“Erish-” Nettelia greeted when the familiar face haunted the doorway, she wasn’t sure what, if anything the woman remembered, but hers was a face that Nettelia would never forget. A druid’s mind did a great many things to protect it, but not all were given this privilege. What was it that she went by now? Right, Evy. “it’s good to see you again.”