[It seems rather fitting that even here, where the living are unable to tread, where souls are meant to find their way to their rest, Emet-Selch feels compelled to make it known that he is being inconvenienced. At first, Venat says nothing, her bright gaze serious as it remains fixed on him, studying his figure as though seeking to ensure he is still as she remembers.
Then, after a few moments of silence, she lifts a hand to her mouth and laughs, a warm and rich sound that carries through the space around them, lips curled into a knowing smile as she fixes her gaze on him once more.]
Had you something else in mind for our next conversation? It's been some time. I would say we are long overdue.
[It has been, after all, ages upon ages since they last spoke in earnest— since they last were friends.]
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Then, after a few moments of silence, she lifts a hand to her mouth and laughs, a warm and rich sound that carries through the space around them, lips curled into a knowing smile as she fixes her gaze on him once more.]
Had you something else in mind for our next conversation? It's been some time. I would say we are long overdue.
[It has been, after all, ages upon ages since they last spoke in earnest— since they last were friends.]