Fin stepped back through the shimmering fissure, the air shifting from the heavy stink of Kain's throne room to the cool, damp earth scent of his own forest. The tear hung open behind him, pulsing faintly.
Arachne stood near the base of a tree, leaning against it slightly. Her breathing was shallow, her face pale beneath streaks of grime and dried blood. She straightened immediately when she saw him, wincing as she moved, and bowed low despite the obvious pain racking her body. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling slightly.
"Welcome back, my Lord." Her voice was quiet, strained, but steady.
He looked at her, taking in the battered state, the way she held herself upright through sheer will. A faint smile touched his lips. He walked over and patted her head gently, awkwardly.
'she is very loyal, cute.'
