It had been easy to decide what he would do all that he could to ensure he would not cause the same tragedy that had befallen his sister, something Elohim had not simply blamed on the individual but rather, the way he must have been raised, the way he must have lived. It made little sense to believe that her attacker had simply been a coincidence of nature and so, Elohim had sworn to himself just that - to avoid those things. Yet, it was difficult to channel the placidity and gentleness of their mother after so long and often, he feared his father's sternness might be the only thing he would come to know. But in the face of Ehiyeh, it was easier to become something more akin to Achlys, to change his form in order to fit his desired place in the world. He had often not felt a connection to their other siblings, be it for their age or some greater reason, but he had always felt a particular fondness for his sister and Erebos, and even Eros at times when he could muster up the image of his missing brother's face, now a thing trapped in agelessness, still plump with youth and child-like charm.

Perhaps that is why he had been given to forgive her so instantly, so without fault. Had she reached out and clipped him with her teeth, he doubted he might even flinch away. Nobody else seemed to be helping her in the way she needed and if that was part of it, then so be it. He hadn't approached her for no reason. It seemed, these days, everything he did had some kind of agenda behind it.

He was patient as she seemed to stare beyond him, comfortable with their silence as he took the moment to himself, stretching out a leg or twitching a piece of debris free. It gave him time, too, to consider the journey for he wished to keep her close, keep her safe. The journey north meant traversing between Taviora and Asteraia...and his ear flickered in agitation at the thought of Taviora. He doubted she'd even want to lay eyes on the forest and so, they would have to cut close to Asteraia's borders. That posed its own challenge: was he completely ready for the chance that Aster might find Ehiyeh with him?

He almost breathed a sigh of relief when Ehiyeh's' face shifted and her voice filled the blanks again. He grinned, though a small and tentative thing, not wishing to test her. "Then we ought to start our adventure soon," his voice had the smallest hint of a challenge to it, as if they were children once again themselves, "I'm sure Adonai and Pagan will enjoy Samia's company." He did not know how she might worry about them and yet, Samia had become Glorall's soothsayer of sorts and Elohim had little doubt that she would provide them not just with protection but with excellent company too. Though he often doubted some of his father's rule, he did not doubt his decision to give Samia access to such a role. He just hoped Ehiyeh would not either.

"As for Erebos," he suddenly thought of his brother though his brows fluttered into a momentarily frown of thought, "I think, sister, I would enjoy just your company this time." He hoped she would agree, although not out of maliciousness for his brother, simply out of concern. Erebos, for all intents and purposes, had the same curiosities that Ehiyeh had attempted to bury at sea, after all. But he waited patiently, unmoving for some moments, as he awaited her response, hopeful she might just enjoy his company too but just as ready to call for their brother. He wasn't sure what to expect in the tundra but already, his mind was abuzz in search of potential.