Darkness had crept over the land, how often had such things awaken the chiort woman, how often had there been moments where she had felt a pull, to what she had no idea but there was a pull. She felt like she was drowning, something she'd not felt in a time, not really. She sat up in bed, gasping, sweating before she was up and dressing. "So odd.." she said, rubbing the sweat from her, the cool water easily accessed by the small hole in her floor was dipped into, rubbed all over her features, her hair soaked before she managed to stand and breath deep. She turned, looking to Alren, so many dreams she'd had, such terrible things, perhaps she'd stayed away to long, her anger, the underlying hatred for a Goddess that all others worshiped was felt again, familiar, creeping into her mind. She had fought it for so long and now it had come back.
She licked her lips, moving toward her closet, pulling out a light robe, not bothering to change from the lighter nightgown she wore, instead just wrapping herself and watching him again, "I.. we.. need to go.. before I do something.. insane.. to.. to a simple shrine..." she took a breath again and shivered, knowing he would understand, he'd heard her talk in her sleep, making the Goddess pay for things that her own family had done to her long before she even knew who Sheara was.