It had been difficult to stay out of it. He had sensed the tension from his sister - it had been more palpible, a more unbridled kind of tension that had swept her up, up and away. He had debated whether to try keep her still, to restrain her there in their home but...when had that ever worked? As much as she was trapped by herself, she was always free too. What good would come from holding her back? And so, though it had made him itch with madness and worry, he had let her go. Nothing truly good was ever easy, right?

Adonai's return had been more of a surprise perhaps. Though he hadn't dismissed its possibility entirely, he had been sure her mother's wild nature existed inside her too. It seemed, by whatever luck, that her neutrality had won out in the end - or had it? Had she returned for more answers and questions or had she returned only to leave again? Elohim pondered it and then he questioned himself - how much should he care? Did he only care for Adonai because of her blood, her importance to Ehiyeh? It was a good enough reason to follow the scent.

His approach had been unintentionally quiet, perhaps a little hesitant lest he intrude on something preordained. But when he saw her so desperate to get into that old and stale den, he had made his move; he wouldn't let that dark place eat somebody else up. And so he had practically slid down the dunes to reach her.

"Adonai," he called out to her as he approached, his posture low and unimposing though his eyes searched for her eyes, for whatever they might tell him. What else could he say? He didn't even understand his own intentions, not completely at least. Had he gone hoping for news of Ehiyeh or was he really concerned? Whatever it was - he was glad to see her back at least.