Company was not something that she had desired nor expected today, but despite her relative reclusiveness the woman had never deemed it appropriate to show her fangs to someone wishing to speak with her. Ehiyeh made her mild displeasure known with a small swish of her tail, turning to catch sight of the dark form of her brother approaching. They were neither close nor distant to each other, existing within the same spheres and crossing paths occasionally though they had never quite walked the same ones. Family had always been an interesting concept to her, one that had only become apparent after what had happened, and the fact that the soft bark belonged to Elohim soothed her nerves somewhat. She kept her pace as she pulled up beside him, ear flicking to the side to catch his words.

There were things familiar between them, the manner of their birth, their parentage, their language. But there was much about her brother that she did not know. Perhaps, once upon a time, such a fact might have made her nervous. Now it was only met with listless apathy and an almost exasperated curiosity. An asset, perhaps, he could be, a lurking shadow much less sinister than the one that hung above her head. Another watchful eye over her pups, another to remove all traces of their father from them, another to let them know that they are loved. She mused over these thoughts when he spoke her name in the ancient tongue, her turned ear the only sign that she was listening as she jogged through the wooded areas of Glorall.

Her question, however, caused her to stop short, claws creating dark gashes in the soil. Violet eyes glimmered with a fierce darkness as she stared at him, ears pinned against her skull. Ehiyeh scowled. "Forget them?" She spat, her feminine body trembling, the very body that had attracted such a wretched man to do such wicked things. "You would have scattered them to the sea, too, if you saw how their eyes glimmered with malice, or heard what they whispered to each other upon the edge of sleep." A delusional statement perhaps but only because she could think of no other way to describe what she had felt upon looking at them. Overwhelming guilt and heart-wrenching despair for the woman she had lost and would never get back. They represented everything that now she could never have again.

Ehiyeh willed herself to calm down. She knew that her anger was misdirected and Elohim did not deserve an outburst. He had asked an innocent question, only vague concern in his tones, not malice or ridicule. Hot air blew out through her nostrils and the holy fire in her eyes dimmed to a level far more tempered. "I... no. I do not want any more. That part of me is buried in the past, gone to the sea and the sand like my former... possessions." She rasped, the fury in her voice leveling into a more apathetic tone. Her life had been segmented into a before and an after, and even now Ehiyeh knew that she could not live believing that 'before' would ever return.