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[b][i]"What are you?"[/i][/b]

The first question asked...which wasn't going to help them in the slightest. At least the second question bought a smile to the wisps thoughts, but kept its silence as Nera quickly answered the first question.

Nera said they were a 'goddess'. That was pretty much all the information they needed. They could discern the rest for themselves, could they not? She was a goddess, and for whatever reason she called them here for some reason. At least she elaborated further about what they were doing here, with the question which only caused more questions to be had from this particular wisp.

Blight? Sickness? Sickness could be healed, couldn't it? It seemed silly that some sort of sickness could cause such ruin, unless it was some sort of...something else. Especially if it caused the ruin of beings seemingly as powerful as Nera were. The Wisp had no concrete evidence for why it thought this, but it seemed compelled to think something else was going on here. How could something as powerful seeming as Nera fall victim to a simple Illness? How? That seemed completely silly.

[i][b]"You are more powerful than us, surely. What would you have us do that you yourself cannot?"
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The third question brought it back from its quiet thoughts, even if it was more ridiculous than the two questions before it. It even elicited a yawn from the wisp. Nera obviously brought the wisps here because she thinks they could do something. The better question here would be to ask how could they help. Though, the wisp supposed that was what they were asking, in a sense, but there was no need to be so...apologetic? Morose? Ill-tempered, sounding about it.

The wisp scanned the others present, lingering on them and the goddess for a few seconds before looking at the ground, eyes following a crack in the ruins floor towards some of the carvings and engravings present on the walls. What was this new feeling? It made them want to...do something. Sitting here for so long had made it...twitchy? Impatient. Agitated. For the most part it didn't seem like too many others had questions though...that was both good, and bad.

That said, it wanted to get moving.

[b]"...Can we leave?"[/b] It spoke in a somewhat agitated manner. Its voice was not what it expected, but again, it didn't know what to expect in the first place. [b]"Or at least, may this nameless soul go explore this place? This one sees no reason to linger here. Learn what we can from these ruins, and move on."[/b] It seemed like there might be something important here among these old bones, but they couldn't be sure.