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This was neither hell nor heaven but just another life. It made her wonder if there were parts of Lordran that ended up this way as well. Somewhat modern, yet abandoned and well... unpleasant. Since finally she was out of Lordran as well, free of her duties, she could stop brooding. She has done enough of that the rest of her living days. Maybe.
Attempting to familiarize herself with surrounding that looked unfitting for the deity to live in, she felt as though she deserved to be here. For her to be degraded to some sort of commoner was fitting in a way. Almost the perfect punishment for how much shame she felt she brought unto her family. In her tracks along the empty streets, she noticed a boy in about his teen years struggling to keep himself balanced... Was the boy even okay? Should it even be any of Gwyndolin’s concern?
With that she scooted over to the boy dragging herself with her snake legs. She offered her gloved hand to him out of pity. “... Do you require some assistance?”
Her voice didn’t show any sort of sympathy. It sounded more like someone reading off a script.