Bearclaw Valley push and pull

When the word broke through the veil in front of her eyes, the priest barely noticed at first. Glossed over white eyes stare into the distance, in the general direction of Thief's child; as if lost in thought, as if staring into the distance. The two of them weren't very close. The priest did not even know if this child of Bear and Thief was anything like her in any way, or if she was like Thief; down to earth and brutish. She served Sithis in her own ways, but they were very different ways than the ghost.

Ah, you come, she said as a smile tugged at the edges of her lips. She sounded as if she had expected the child for a long time and was glad that a wordless invitation was finally met.