Almah would rest happily, thanking Erel before drifting off. When the drow returned, though, she would find that Zyrah hadn't shifted at all, a small smile on the elf's face. Entering her dreams would be quick enough, though.<br/><br/>Erel appeared in the chapel of Zyrah's mind once more, though this time the tapestries of Sarenrae were tattered and the flames within were dim. The altar looked almost stained with some form of liquid, and Zyrah was kneeling before it, naked. Unlike last time, Erel could see the symbol of Nocticula as a large crimson tattoo across the elf's back.<br/><br/>Her 'guide' appeared as if made of smoke, turning into her drow form and smiling. "Hello, Erel. Coming along nicely, isn't she?"