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If she had expected a warmer greeting, Akantha didn't show it. Instead she stood quietly by the younger woman and took note of the slight tension woven into the musculature criss crossing her spine. Hemithea hadn't been a very active participant in the day-to-day life of the Nereides since their official formation, but she couldn't fault the pale woman for it, either. Once more she was reminded of the caches that were full to burst with food, and the apparent security of their tidelocked borders. Akantha, not fond of words or company herself, almost admired the position Hemithea now filled—it was one that Akantha, herself, once occupied.

Which was, of course, a far flung ideal now that she stood as Matriarch of the entire coven.

She lowered her head slightly and leaned a bit closer to the pale Initiate, "You seem a little ill at ease." she remarked softly, "Care to talk?"