I'd be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice

Toxicity had decided to meet with her children again. One inhabited the shrine, the other, a pack of mortals. She had decided to visit the former today, and came into the shrine looking for the man. He was still in trance, the dregs of his soul just returning to his purple hued body. Toxicity settled a distance away, drawing her sigil around herself as if to separate her from the holy act before her. Pontifex's slumber broke slowly. His breathing changed as the priest manually drew in larger breaths to tether himself. His digits twitched, then moved, then he arose.

Toxicity, in her watching, had become as still as the trees around them. Snow dusted her coat, mismatched eyes half hooded against the cold. She waited until he was fully himself, pouring another cup of tea. His eyes, though still dilated, cleared of their fog. His movements became intentional rather than habitual. Toxicity uncurled her tail from around her paws and stood, moving slowly, deliberately, as she waited expectantly for Pontifex to register her presence before she approached. Once he did, she would move closer, and settle nearer to the warmth.