The loss of two of her sisters hurt her greatly. They had passed on, but what they had done in their final minutes of life would never be forgotten. Laying in her bed in the healing temple, she felt the shockwave go thorugh the city and knew what that meant, powerfull magics at work.<br/><br/>She could draw on nature to be her eyes and ears. Trees and shrubs could be her ears, and fields of flowers could be her eyes when she needed them to be. She extended her senses and heard the panic from the people of the city. They had no idea what the Great Mother was doing, and it was better that way.<br/><br/>She needed to be in the Holy Temple, even if she wasnt completely rested, and sat up. The healers implored her not to go just yet, but she found that she could walk, abet shakily, and her own returning powers would aid her in returning to her full health.<br/><br/>Wrapping a patterned robe around her, she did it up around her waist and walked from the healing wing to where Asreil was adjusting to life and brimming with questions. Returning someone who was dead to full consciousness just like that was risky, it had to be done in steps, but the Great Mother knew what she was doing.