As nice as it would be to be near her priest friends, Azalea feared the Satriyans would not be a…fan of her ways, where as Jakten tolerated…no, celebrated it. The threat of Joxxer was now not as heavy on her mind either, but she knew Hellebore would have none of it. Hotep did not know what kind of children she had.

“It can be a consideration,” she said truthfully, though she knew the chances were as slim as a blade of grass.

She eyes the wine as he presented it to her. Her nose inhales the sweet floral scent, though the color threatened to emulate blood. Very different things. She laps up a taste, such flavor never having touched her tongue.

“I…do not know. I remember leaving in the middle of the night, feeling the…thing getting closer to taking over completely. Then it gets…hard to recall,” she started with terrible, green eyes narrowing in thought. “My cousin will ensure their health, as well as their father. They check often but…” she takes another sip, shifting her weight uncomfortably.

“I know I will get to my sons soon, but what of Taiju? You mentioned before, maybe…a ritual, something that may ask your gods to bring him back? This world…it most certainly brings souls from other worlds so…might as well try?” she asked as she lifted her head, looking to Hotep with great hope. There was a rare tremble in her lips, that she chalked up to the parasite but…she still so desperately wanted her family whole again.