Ave Maria

Deathbelle said please, and Toxicity wasn't sure what she meant. Did she want to? Did she want her to stop? Whether she was saying, "please let me do the ceremony," or "please stop," was unclear. Her mother did, however, close the distance between the two of them and Toxicity allowed the closeness. Only for her mother. Maybe Obi if he needed to. She felt that the touch didn't feel all that familiar to her. She felt stony to it- distant. Toxicity wondered why that was, but didn't have time to dwell on it long. She held her mother's affections for a moment, then pulled away enough to speak.

"Do you still love Dad?" Her eyes locked to the sigil. It wasn't hidden that she spent time with others- many scents had faded on and off of her coat in the passing seasons. Right now she smelled like Hannibal, which Toxicity understood to be their uncle. She tried to hold the emotion from her voice, rather having it come out in a flat and dissociated manner, "Has his godhood in you weakened in his absence or has it become stronger?"

Toxicity pulled herself fully away from her mother, gesturing to the pills she had made as if she hadn't just asked her mother questions.

"If you wish to do so, I have made these pellets of ground herbs. They will help to lull you into a state suitable for temporary ascension. If you lay with your paws touching the sigil, I can handle it from there and you will come face to face with him again."