Blackfeather Woods you've got to ste[m] the evil tide

She hadn't left the cave even to relieve herself in days. Parvati was a mess. Her weight had begun to drop off days ago. While she retained a small paunch indicative of a woman having carried a litter she was otherwise at an unhealthy weight, gaunt in the face and lethargic in manner. So when her children were taken from her, she did not protest - she slept. When Maegi arrived to try and rouse her with sharp words, she balked and rolled away, dragging her boney figure across the foul ground so that she could face the darkness of the descending cavern rather than the glowing entry point.

Hurry up! Snapped the ghost, preventing Parvati from fading in to a deeper sleep. She moans in response but tried to get to her feet. Even if it is only for a moment, she assumes it will appease the disembodied voice that pesters her. Let's go, cajoles that voice, tugging verbally at an invisible leash. The woman draws a deep breath and sluggishly moves towards the light, blinking against it as she ducks beneath the henge and finds herself crossing the threshold.

Parvati doesn't think about her children, or where they are. It is a struggle to keep herself balanced enough to walk. Her body is failing whether she knows it or not - but the sweet scent of chewed meat mingles with the vaguely familiar scent of her children; but she does not remember them, she is drawn like a moth to a flame because of a deeply primal motivation to reunite with something lost.