Stone Circle countdown to doomsday

She knew how to be patient. It had been a skill she'd been forced to develop, because Phyllis did not like watching the world tick by without her influence, but she knew at this point that she couldn't rush things. This girl wasn't about to budge from her duty. It didn't take long before someone arrived, and when they did Phyllis turned her attention to the newcomer. 

The stranger carried themselves with a natural pride, their posture indicating this was the precise woman she needed to charm; when Valette spent some time catching up with the guard, Phyllis took a moment to study her and make her judgements. They were certainly the Alpha of these beautiful lands - and a mother at least once, she assumed. Her coat was ink-dark and her eyes were kind. Phyllis thought, She reminds me of my daughter, because at some point she'd had one and even if she had lost contact, it was an intriguing thought.

But, ah, speculation and nostalgia had no place here.

I do, miss, Phyllis responded when the conversation turned back to her. She did not waste time on her sob story again, and instead followed a different tangent: At least for the winter. I am old -- that is obvious -- but I do not want to end my life alone. If I can be of use during my final days then I will find a way to be. My name is Phyllis.