[A slow smile lingered 'pon the lips of the black, a feared Goddess of Death. She did not flinch from his touch nor acknowledged that she felt it. She simply held a steady gaze with her old and dearest comrade. Searching into his heartbroken soul. She herself had no tale to tell..For the moment. Of why she had retreated and where her sister now resided. Now was not the time. Words silent formed and were pushed against her tongue, vocal chords used one again though she was certain that once she had forgotten just how they had come to be]

Rage...

[Alot could be said in one word. And she was certain he could read into the emotion she had placed in the mere mention of his name. She glanced behind him..At the others. She was still a figure of stone for what she felt, if anything, was never expressed 'pon faial features. But her gaze lingered 'pon her son for what seemed like an eternity. Or perhaps thats how long it had felt since she had last seen him]