Aster still lingers, or at least, the threat of her does. The winds were alive with change once more, her position elevated within Asteraia and so...one must wonder, does it make her less or more a threat? Her position says more but I wonder if she understands how little time she will have now to pester at Glorall's doorstep. Still, I am weary, ever sure to change the paths when I can, ever sure to make it difficult for her to track and hunt for secrets.

But there is one secret that isn't aware that it should be hiding. Instead, it calls loudly, desperately so, and I am given to tend to it immediately lest more curious eyes and ears find it first. I am fast despite my efforts to weave a complex path and I find her dazed, my chest heaving in the heat from my efforts to be the first - and I am rewarded, at least, with that.

For a moment, I am given to merely watch her from the treeline, head tilted and eyes narrowed with uncertainty. She has been somewhere else - reeks of it - and she acts almost wounded though there is no blood nor scars to prove it. "You are in need?" She begs and I am given to...care, perhaps, in that moment.

I draw a step closer, lowering myself in order to sniff at her wearily, in search of fever or infection. Nothing. I can't help but feel my lip twitch up in amusement. Like Siren, I am given to believe - sick, but not a sickness in the body. Still, she has come at a curious time. I intend to hush her away but for now, I am given to place myself closer to her, luring her in the confines of Glorall and myself. She is a good secret to have.