Naiama had informed Creel she was going to visit her father; she knew it was ambiguous, sudden, and left him with a perplexed smirk. Now she sat on a bench next to the older elf, leaning against him. He hadn't had any recent outbursts, so it was reasonable to let him out for a walk to resemble a civilized being. “Child, forgive me. I have...felt so strange, so lost, without your mother. I fear I will never be the same again.” There was a strange flash, something on the last edge of consciousness. Reptilian, blazing red and blue. “Father, it's not –” she began. “Arianis,” he repeated dreamily.