The Sentinels bread and fishes and a jug of red wine

'Come home, Eigma.' The voice spread like the rushing stream, first in one ear, and then seemingly in the other, as if it were water. Her ear twisted, and she blinked up at the sky - 'I miss you, little sister,' - and for a few moments, Eigma drifted. She spied the moon for a moment, barely registering with all the clouds skewing her vision, but glowing distantly. The longer she focused on the moon, the slower time went.

And then there was a sound beside her; something to ground her. She turned her head sharply, startled by it, and saw Lasher on his approach. No doubt he was here with an important question, one which required answering. But she did not feel inclined to bring it up yet. The stars still called to her - her sister's voice still hung in the air - and she wasn't quite herself. All the same, Eigma passed him a thin smile, and invited him closer with a small nod of her chin.