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The journey home had been laborious. The distance, compounded by the exertions from the battle and the sheer mental duress of having the fate of her family placed across her shoulders, left her with no reserves to draw from.

After she had hauled herself across the threshold of Frostfang Vale, Euphemia slept for weeks.

It had not only been the physical difficulties that ailed her. The last season had been filled with so much… everything. She had found love, reunited with lost flames, gained notoriety within Dawnbreak as a pillar, survived the death of that long-lost lover, found a rune with her younger brother, and then saved the world in opposition to almost all others who had fought the battle.

It was enough to make someone very, very exhausted.

The rumbles of the landscape, breaking apart and glowing from within, had ceased completely. With this – and somehow the perturbed knowledge that Alaric was no longer a bittersweet threat to her current reality – the maiden calmed. She rested.

That was, until Tiberii summoned her.

Euphemia peeked one eye open, having no idea what time of day it was, and attempted to decide if she should continue sleeping. She needn’t answer every summons that called to her, as most were quite stressful and taxing, and Euphemia deigned not to deal with those right now. Not as Euphemia, not as the Pillar of Wisdom.

However, as a sister, Euphemia would be ever-dedicated.

She joined the sides of her sisters fluttering around the darkened namesake of her Father. Euphemia’s eyebrows knitted with concern, but her heart was stilled by the fact that if something was truly, dreadfully, viscerally wrong… then Tiberii would have been barrelling forward, intent to kill, ready to right whatever wrong had been perpetrated upon her pack.

If Tiberii was seeking out the advice and consult of her sisters, then it at least wasn't life-threatening. Sadly, that was what Euphemia had come to expect from the world, and found her sisters’ mild concern relieving. Euphemia did not add to the cacophony of inquiry, but instead stood close as a silent and perceiving pillar, ready to face whatever hurdle had come their way.

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