Ah, she wasn't dead. The stranger, that was. Like a drop of ink, Ember bled into view, spreading out and filling Beltane's attention as she faced her. Beltane turned her living eye towards the woman, and then her newly darkened eye. Ember existed in only one. Ember was illuminated, the full richness of her colour existing within the realm of the living. At least, that was what Beltane had taken it to mean. It was...new to her, despite her acceptance of the immediate changes. Half of the world had ceased to exist in full, after all. The exact meaning of that would take her some time to understand.
What she did understand, at least, was the warning in Ember's voice. Beltane had, up until that point, been almost entirely still beyond the ocassional swaying movement or twitch, but Ember's warning made her living-ear flick forward. "Where?" She chewed on her lips, aware that she'd been...too direct, maybe. But thinking of words made her head feel like it was full of water, like the ocean hadn't quite left her out. "Ah...The water. Today is a day of bad water." She glanced back to the ocean for a brief moment, and the skin over her shoulders shivered. No, it was right. She shouldn't look back. Nobody else was there - it was just her now.
"I'm no dead thing, either. Not wholly, no, no. Time can wait," she assured herself, though she looked to Ember when she spoke. Beltane wasn't entirely sure who she had tried to convince, but she knew she wasn't ready for time to come for her. It had tried, and it had failed. It would have to wait. Or, perhaps Beltane was wrong. Time hadn't come for her - it had come for her sister, and now her sister resided elsewhere. Beltane shook her head, and tried her best to look something more akin to...well, living. Living, breathing, warm. The stranger was warm, and she knew more. Like a ghost, Beltane had already reached out and started to cling to Ember whether either of them knew it or not.
