Please...she's lonely

She would nod, "a tragedy, you have my condolences..."

"Well...my mortal form is still within your world. I can answer more then, or in the infinite...it is your choice." She said, holding a black clawed hand to him.
Behind him, the eternal abyss, the afterlife. He could grab her hand and return, or turn his back on her second chance.

"Ah...for now, you may call me Emhira." She said, folding arms behind her back. "Cousland, hm? I've not heard such name."

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Good luck!

"Well...still working on it currently. Most of my divine power doesn't work within Thedas." she replied, looking back to him. The thread between the two flickers for a moment.
"Your decision time is growing thin, Anders."

"No...not in the slightest. A few years, give or take." She replied, walking past him as her wings tucked in behind her.
"I've been called to help end this...God problem. It seems that a bit of divine intervention was called."

"Anders? Hm..." she looked him over, mask unable to reveal her true emotions.
"I've...been wandering thedas for some time. Seems I've been starting to shepherd souls on this plane as well."

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I make minis for some of my ocs I haven't moved here, most flopped on Twitter:/

A shake of her head, "I am...more than a spirit. I am the goddess of death, the Matron of Ravens..." she would say, her form shrinking to match his height as she walked to him.
"Tell me your name, child..."

"There are healers working to sustain you, but you must choose where you go, child."

Drawing a thread from his heart, she'd weave it through her blackened claws.
"No, you are simply in a state to either pass on, or return to the living. The wound you sustained in this last fight has been...brutal." she said coldly, head tilting back to look to him. +