Modern leanings. Shrouding herself in the sigils and symbols of 'ascended beings' that they might mistake her for one of their own and let her linger a mite too close to their overwhelming light.

/ she also seems like she's a nice person and I appreciate that

/ i went w/ her because she's dressed like a final fantasy character.

❝ There was a ruin that borne me some distance from here... It sits between twilight and eternity, and when I passed through its arches I found myself - ❞

Battered. Light waning. Guts bleeding. Brood displaced...

❝ -here. Alone. I limped to this tree that I might die in its shade. ❞

It seemed only fair, no? All she'd done, all she'd offered him... It would be 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 for him to give her something; ANYTHING more than what he'd offered so far.

And was the world not Chaos without the glow of fair exchange?

Descending from the shadows comes one of The Thousands. Skittering down gnarled tree trunk before coming to rest at 'eye level', all six of its eyes dilating as the Hunter filled its vision.

❝ Release him from your service once your quarry is in hand... and avail yourself to 𝘰𝘶𝘳 haunt. ❞