Days and nights are one here on the Leviathan, and still her body tells her when to rise and when to sleep and when to meditate.

Clad only in the love of the Goddess, she opens herself to the universe. Anger and pain, both stemming from their recent encounter with the Nebari, drip from her slowly, leaving her cleansed and refreshed. The pain in her heart has eased, a little, for weekens have passed since the Plokavians took ...

Her peace trembles and breaks.

Aching, she gropes for his mask, her lone token of his existence. And she sees his face.