| Hesitant footfalls echoed behind the delusional being. Slow, cautious as they slowed | Throat being cleared as a familiar voice spoke up. . . . Luteโฆ? | Low, cautious. Too cautious. Posture akin to that like approaching a wild animal. Tail dragging against the ground. -
โ ... But her portals wont open. A slight fizzle of magic sparking and then nothing. Shes.. Just tired. Right? She cant get back to heaven. And has not realized the changes in her morphology.