"Hard to think of her that way," remarks Lemm. "My experience of her's the bugs she had shuffling around dead on their feet."

Seer gives a meaningful little hum. She is almost as removed from that Radiance as he is. When she speaks again, there is something softer and more grave to her voice.

"We were her children, born of Her Light. My ancestors abandoned Her for another. Could you or I truly think we know the whole of it?"

She dips her head in something like - remorse, perhaps.

"Unfulfilled grief will twist the common bug out of shape, and many things turn to rage in the end. What might that do to a god?" Seer pokes her hand out of her wings and delicately turns it the other way up. "...The dawn that breaks," she says again, and it means something very different this time.

Seer gathers herself again quickly, shuffling her wings a bit. (Even as a fragment of her attention stays on the Wielder, privately.) "Ahh, but it's all in the past now, and all things end, and time is a cycle of mistakes and mercies! Some of us grow tired of it, and some of us become nosy historians."

The tonal whiplash draws a surprised, awkward little laugh out of Lemm. What.