"You know where to find me, Wielder." Again it asks nothing of them, but it says a lot: she doesn't understand everything of them, and she isn't foolish enough to think so. That door remains open.

(While the Knight's head is down, and their attention on their map: Lemm gives the smallest nod across to Seer.)

...Lemm does sigh, because doing so comprises about a solid half of his personality. "Feels a bit much now, asking about old gods."

Seer just smiles.

"What can you tell me of yours? As she was, first," he clarifies, with a handwave. "She must've been something else before all this."

"Ahh, it was before my time... Still, I know what I've been told." Seer suspected this would feel strange. All of this was to be forgotten; she had firmly resigned to taking it all with her. Still, he is asking, and it is not so that it can be remembered, it is just... for curiosity. She reminds herself of this. "She was the Light; the dawn that breaks. She was illumination..."

"Esoteric," Lemm points out, rather flatly. "These are synonyms. Anything more solid to go on?"

Seer's tone shifts subtly, taking on the strangely playful note it sometimes does when she seems to know she's being cryptic. "Illumination," she repeats, this time with a look.

He stares at her. Then, with all the irony of the phrase helping to hammer home the point, it dawns on him. "Understanding."

Ah, he got there. "That's the way I've thought of it! Very vague, my lot, especially after the shift. I suspect a Seer's work is closest to it all... Understanding oneself, accepting fate and mortality, understanding the nature of things..." And the rest. She flags a hand. "Through Dream, sometimes."