The elder goddess' body language spoke volumes, but all Moliira could do was offer a weary smile to her old friend. "I've already seen him, and I hid… what he did not need to know. He will be fine," she said with a soft, sad smile. She dearly missed Krystopher, but she had told him to move on. It was deeply painful for her, but that had been much of her life. She returned the hug, and the smile brightened a little. "Well, it turns out that I was not prepared for other worlds beyond our own. And powers stranger as well. Though I should have suspected that to be the case. I am old enough," she said with a chuckle. Centuries of experience had taught her much, but there were still topics she had difficulty approaching. How to explain what she had seen, and why she had taken so long to visit… there was no easy way to head into that conversation. The drow decided to leave it for the time being.
"I found my boys already, they are doing well. But I had no doubt they would. It's strange to… not be needed by anyone now," Moliira said. There was calm in her words, but her shoulders had dropped. Her own body language was finally showing signs of her mental state. It was a very difficult thing for her to admit, but Angela would understand. It was the first time the drow had found herself without a purpose, without a mate to help, her boys to guide, followers to aid and nurture. She felt well and truly lost. She had told Krys that she would be fine, mostly so that he would not worry, so that he could get on with his life.
Staring across the ocean, Moliira gathered her words. Perhaps it was better to just explain it straight out. "The thing that called me away from here, the Wild Hunt. It was a gathering of nature deities from other worlds as well. We were called to fight an abomination, one that sought to drain the life from world after world. We tracked it across worlds, sometimes we chased the thing away before it could drain the world, but other times not. We finally got ahead of it, and made a stand. Humans have a saying, war is hell. And that is true. It drained some of us, killing some of the others instantly. Others, like myself, we were only weakened, drained of our divinity. But the sacrifice was worth it… I think. I was fortunate. I was able to return home. But at a cost… I think you can tell, Angela. I'm not sure how much time I have left. Facing mortality after centuries, it is not an easy thing," she finished with a deep sigh. There it was, she had finally said it out loud. The thought of dying was a strange one to Moliira, and she still had yet to find a proper reaction to that realization.