Daphne's Crypt

How long had she been observing me?

How long had she kept her distance as Juliette slowly died, all the while she desperately needed her help?

Ilythia had made herself mortal, cloaking in the image of an old lady, and merely watched me as if I were a form of entertainment. But why?

Why show herself to me with answers that I hadn’t yet needed? It seemed odd that she would dangle something like that