LILEATH.

"How so?"

Her gaze flickered to the other momentarily. "Still...?"

"Oh, I don't mean in that sense. Moreso ... the Webway itself. Given the Drukhari know it as well."

"It's high strung, but safe from Sai'lan'thresh."

That much garnered a bite of the lip briefly. Still, she managed a reply. "Ah– yes, mostly hiding about in the Webway."

"O-Oh–" Another small gasp soon following as the werewolf proceeded to tighten the embrace and give more than ample affection.

"Oh—" The Aeldari gasped at the sudden embrace before gradually wrapping around the other in kind.

"Ah, yes, it has, but it's good to see you–!"

Oh dear—

Hm? Nothing out of the ordinary!

Ah, fair enough for the most part. And herself?

Oh? It is a delight to see her as well!

This is true, it does have its consoaltion.

Ah, it is quiet.

"The Ynnari support Ynnead. The god of the dead. All future Aeldari souls will go to that. Those that don't get eaten by She Who Thirsts, at least. Only the living give necessary energy to support... my position. I'm not afraid of failing them again. I am afraid of them failing."

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"And?" Lileath asked briefly as the other took her hands and squeezed. "They cannot dream if they are dead. Those who are not consumed by She Who Thirsts are being given over to Ynnead. Only the living dream, and there are fewer and fewer."

"Ah, they're just the same as most remaining gods, save Cegorach. The dwindling of the Aeldari. What use would a goddess of dreams be for a dead, undreaming people?"