As the cultist is hog-tied and propped up against the tree, Xarithe's ministrations reveal the nude druid as a creature half-transformed; in some places, she appears to be a dark skinned elf, and in others the glint of diffuse light off of armor-hard patches of chitin shows something decidedly monstrous about her. Worst of all are still her eyes as they flutter open; deep green, faceted as a jewel, and completely devoid of pity or empathy. She tests each rope once, before nodding briefly; as Xarithe begins interrogating her, she simply looks at him silently, not smiling, not mocking, but not saying anything at all either until she simply says, "I already live on with Him."<br/><br/>A few drops of rain begin to patter down through the trees as the storm approaches.