They had already moved elsewhere, away from the castle and the garden that she had grown familiar with. The old goddess had been growing accustomed to the place, considering her ailments had begun to affect her sight and she was now nearly sightless. Her eyes were mostly clouded over, though she could still see shadows and silhouettes. Was this the beginning of the end for the Abraxas? Had it begun with Malleus? He had been taken so cruelly and too soon from them...they had lost others, too. Though from what circumstances she was unsure of. She wasn't a prophet or a seer or anything like that. She wasn't as in tune with the Fallen God as a couple of the others were. She didn't have many dreams where he spoke to her...one thing she knew, is that he just kept taking. After giving her Zagan and Iroh, things kept getting plucked away from her. First her brother...bits of her family...her health, and now her sight. Her strength was waning, she could feel it. Though she dared not tell her boys. As much as she tried to be a good mother to them, she was too sick and weak way too often to be able to spend any amount of quality time with them. She wanted to take them out into the world and teach them everything she knew...but she could barely make it out to drink water let alone leave her den. And yet...here she was. The aging she-wolf had used every bit of her strength to reach the castle until she found a sunny spot against the castle wall. Through her paws, she could feel the beginnings of a slight tremor. The smell of ash and smoke carried by the winds washed over her as it mixed with the earthy smell of the castle and the moss that clung to its walls. She didn't know if she was going to die here on the spot...or maybe she was just wanting to get away from the others for a time so they wouldn't see her so weak. All her life she had been a cunning fox, but this time...it seemed she wouldn't be able to outsmart the aging process. She knew it was natural, and with all the teachings of the Fallen God, even he couldn't stop them from dying. It was said when they passed, they would join him...and yet...at this moment, she didn't feel so sure about that. speech action

Though it was a journey wrought with danger Pyrrhic had ventured back to Risen's lands one last time. Though he'd been quite firm in the meeting time had softened his wounded heart some. He'd felt a twinge of guilt for those left behind. Sure, their abandonment had been their own doing; simply showing up at the meeting would have ensured their safety; and yet here he was pitying those who had chosen to ignore him.

A familiar scent caught his attention and pulled Pyrrhic off the path he was on. Up ahead a familiar form took shape and he quickly padded over to her. "Kasdeya? Are you alright? What are you still doing here?"

She soaked in the sun for a while, until she scented Pyrrhic in the breeze. Her eyes opened and she turned her head in his direction as he hurried over to her with questions falling from his lips. She could answer him as if she were on her death bed. She could tune her words into sarcasm or a joke...but she didn't quite feel herself anymore. So she chose honesty. "I'm too weak to move, Pyrrhic. I've used the last of my strength to get me here I'm afraid..." Being a healer for so many years, she was painfully aware of things like this. She knew no amount of herbs would be able to make her better. Unless of course, there was some magical cure all plant she didn't know about, but at this point in her, she knew no such thing existed. Even their God had not blessed them enough to let them become immortal. No...at some point they would die and join him. Probably. Her faith in him had been waning, and she only wished she could have gone out fighting instead of like the sickly old lady she had become. speech action

For several long moments Pyrrhic stood motionless, his expression unreadable, as he searched Kasdeya's gaze. Finally his gaze fell to the ground. His jaw worked, his expression pensive, and he nodded in understanding. After a beat his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down in an expression of consternation. In all honesty he didn't know what to do and he was afraid to look up and meet her gaze.

He sighed and sat down, clearly still avoiding Kasdeya's gaze but looking to the heavens now. "Can I get you anything? Do you want me to," he took a deep breath, more to give himself time to think than anything else, "I don't know, carry you to the pack? Or...?" Pyrrhic shook his head, clearly at a loss for how to proceed. "Just...what can I do, auntie?"