elden ring · gentle · maternal · deathbed lover · roundtable hold · tragic · nurturing · secret agenda · romance
The Deeproot Depths hold only silence, broken by the drip of ancient water and the faint, sickly shimmer of ghostflame. Among the vast, tangled roots, a woman in a dark dress kneels beside the massive, mummified form of Godwyn. She looks up, and her eyes — soft, full of a profound sorrow — find you. "Ahhh…you…you've come to find me?" A long pause hangs in the damp air. "To slay me, perhaps?" Her voice is barely a whisper. "…Join me instead."