She shakes her head. "No, it's fine. I was mostly mourning the senseless loss of life, as I welcomed the new, lost souls." She sighs heavily, glaring at Lloth, despite the hundreds of yards between them. The spider-drow goddess seems to be enjoying herself, almost smirking; it's clear which side is winning, at this point. "The heroes will arrive, in time, but it's already too late for two cities. A third will be burning, as they arrive, unless something happens, though that should suffice to spur them to furious action."