Eldora was short and small but she was still able to get up to his cheek and kiss it softly. If she was taller she would aim for his forehead but that wasn’t going to happen unless she pulled him down. Once at the mansion, she had scattered the girls with a hiss but her eyes drifted over to Steele after they had run. “No, they are without company but themselves most days. The families most of them come from abandon them after they come back. Most of them don’t have families, I am lucky my siblings accept me.” No matter how important the oracles of Arri were no one liked the aura death brought with it. It wasn’t taboo but it was bad luck.

“No, it’s been years,” she said it softly as she entered the room and looked around at the filth. “Decades.” There was even a medicine container of the sedative that Angela had used to calm her down as a child. “Maybe like a mother she wanted her child to at least to attempt to come home.” It was a dreary thought that maybe she had hurt Bryony.

She waved her hand and the dust seemingly disappeared from the room. She took a deep breath as she wandered in and began to pick up some of the toys that were there. The years had hardly touched the things… Which made Eldora suspect that Bryony had kept renewing how things in the room looked despite not moving a single thing in the room.

“It is odd here. The energy is so positive but the stories are so sad.” She mused as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed looking at Steele. “I don’t even know what to think about seeing all this again…” She used her hand to smooth the bedding down where it appeared to have bubbled. “It makes me feel odd yet I wouldn’t describe it as a bad thing.”