In the medical wing of the temple, Mara lay still, being tended to by the temples healers. She could feel them, working their specific healing magics on her, healing not just her physical injuries, but her aural and magical ones as well.<br/><br/>She had risked much to return with the remains of the first revenant, a mission that had cost the lives of two of her sisters. The great mother had said that it was vital to return with the remains of Asriel aurelis, even if it cost their lives. Her sisters and her had combined their magics to get past the magical and physical boundaries keeping them from the memorial tomb.<br/><br/>Her sisters had died, using their magics to allow her, Mara, to gain entrance to the tomb and emerge. They collapsed before her, as if the life had been drained from them, and she was weak herself, but didnt let herself collapse like them. If she did, she would die, and she knew it. It took all of her considerable abilities to stay conscious and hold onto her mount as it took her back to the holy temple, back to mother.<br/><br/>No one else could have done what she had done, and now she had to rest, and regain her strength. The healers would be done, then mother would need her to be with the newly awakened Revenant. He would know her, and her sisters, after all.