Blackfoot Forest Watch carefully the magic that occurs

The empath can sense disbelief at her words but remains silent. Despite the connection they've found, she does not know nanuk. In time perhaps he would come to realize the tasks he was undertaking were not that of a relative who cared little for his family. 

"Perhaps," she agrees though secretly she thinks that if she were to lose herself as she is now, there would be nothing left of her. Angakkuq can feel nothing of herself that wasn't formed by pain; she tries not to be disturbed by this thought though she doesn't entirely succeed at ridding herself of the worrisome crease between her eyes. 

She nods, though the words seem rhetorical. Tupilaq waits, falling in step behind him should he depart - silently brooding over scattered thoughts of sunlight and flowers, evolution and hope.