He looked around at her room, and then gave her a flat look before altering it further, including a bookcase filled with various books on hundreds of subjects, as well as a more comfortable mattress. "If you are going to work with me, I will insist on creature comforts. They allow you to relax and relieve stress, and that helps prevent distractions during a battle. If I honestly thought it would work, I would ask you to let go of your previous 'failure,' though since I lack details I am not sure it is the correct term. You will find I am much harder to kill than most of the deities that you might have met before, simply because of the fact that I was mortal, and understand that discarding pride for survival is, in fact, an acceptable tactic."<br/><br/>He paused and then relaxed, taking and releasing a deep breath as he tapped into the cosmic well of knowledge. He suddenly stopped, and then looked calmly at her, his mortal form completely gone and his divinity radiating from him, like a fire place rather than the sun. "You would have died beside him, had you gone with him. He knew he was dying, it had been foretold, and his only thought was in preventing the death of his followers, and your own. You were Ularhab's right hand, his most trusted servant, and knew that you would protect the remaining faithful, regardless."<br/><br/>He suddenly paused, a flash of sadness, as he found something, hidden in the Astral realm, the only pointer to it the last words of her previous liege. He twisted reality, and an ancient scroll appeared between, her fallen lord's seal on it. He set it down on the washstand, and rested one hand on her slack, shocked shoulder. "His last thoughts, written where he knew I would find them. Apparently he had knowledge and foresight. I will give you some time to read it, and return when you need me."<br/><br/>He stepped out of the room, the door appearing and disappearing as he used it, and looked around the common room before forming a table near him, and collapsing into one of the seats. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before punching through the table, his anger flaring, before he reformed it, his temper subsiding as fast as it had flashed. "No one deserved to die like that."