She watches.

Watches as her daughter prepares herself. Anima knows not what she does, but does it all the same. She must be made enticing. Yes. Quite enticing. Such that It might move the heavens to pluck her from Arethil. To keep her in Its embrace.

The Crow is her eye. The Crow Anima wears lets her watch, and Khorvayne allows It to watch alongside her. A sampling for It. To stir up Its hunger. To ultimately leave It starving. Yes, It desires too.

It had desired herself before. When she first made contact. A special love they shared, her and It, a thing suffering mortality and a Thing basking in divinity.

But she would not be so selfish as to offer herself first. No.

Anima did not truly appreciate her selflessness. She escaped and ran during the ritual of Offering. And It only got a small taste of her. It would need more to accept her. To take her into Its bosom.

Let Anima run. As It carried a piece of her, so did she carry a piece of It. And her travels would make her an ambrosia to It. Irresistible.

No, Anima did not appreciate what she had done. What she continued to do. Still, she is precious to her. The beloved daughter. Blood of her blood.

There would be time for reconciliation.

When they were in the embrace of the infinite.

Together.