Lanfear isn't very long away from the church — in part because she's prepared to endure the overwhelming feelings that accompany the Darkwalker's arrival, can recognize them for what they are and steel herself accordingly, and in part because she wants to determine whether she can make it quickly enough to encounter it face to face. Only then, she's decided, will she be able to offer herself in service to it, to do whatever may be required of her so that she can see the One Power returned to her.
Being deprived of her ability to channel has made her existence here even more excruciating than it would be otherwise — she's forced to do everything the slow way, rather than achieving it instantly, and it hasn't taken her very long at all to conclude that she despises anything having to do with manual labor.
With the fear as her guide, she arrives at the church, only to discover that she's not alone.
"And if I'd come upon you any later?" she asks, voice as soft as Selene's even if she's allowed some of her outer facade to slip — that hint of anticipation, of eagerness at potentially finding the Dark One here, now forced back behind her outer walls again. She doesn't consider herself desperate enough to resort to looting, but while they're alone, she sees no reason to necessarily retreat.
"Would you have slipped away, pockets full in service of your own needs?"
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Being deprived of her ability to channel has made her existence here even more excruciating than it would be otherwise — she's forced to do everything the slow way, rather than achieving it instantly, and it hasn't taken her very long at all to conclude that she despises anything having to do with manual labor.
With the fear as her guide, she arrives at the church, only to discover that she's not alone.
"And if I'd come upon you any later?" she asks, voice as soft as Selene's even if she's allowed some of her outer facade to slip — that hint of anticipation, of eagerness at potentially finding the Dark One here, now forced back behind her outer walls again. She doesn't consider herself desperate enough to resort to looting, but while they're alone, she sees no reason to necessarily retreat.
"Would you have slipped away, pockets full in service of your own needs?"