Israeal appeared, stepping out of his vessel in much the same way he had stood over Planet Hall. There was a calmness about him that had always been there, and though he gave Zoryx a glance, he didn't say much of anything else.
Deep within the Petals of the Seeing Thorn ship, Matriarch Valeria was reacting to this with a frown. Though it was hard to tell.
Compared to the voluminous woman she had been before, she seemed to have shriveled up like a prune today. Her body hunched over, her skin having grown considerably paler. She sat in an advanced wheelchair of some sort that completely swallowed up the half of her body beneath her waist in support structures that just barely managed to keep her upright.
However, aside from the fact she truly seemed to be a walking—or rather, rolling—zombie, if one paid attention to her expressions alone, adjusting for the new wrinkles, it would be hard to tell that she was taking this very hard.
