What with all of the new visions and stimuli provided by the Tree-being, it was a miracle that - in her exhausted state - the druid was able to comprehend the amounts of knowledge being bestowed upon her. Still clutching the horn of water like an anchor as the world spun from past to present around her, Ynaxandra listened to Eve question what they'd seen, what it all meant, etcetera. She seemed so much more... open to it all. And while Yna was never one to be skeptical of nature's higher power, she really had been locked away in a cell with only her paranoia for company. So somehow, the most important question had yet to be asked. With the silt already climbing at their knees, she swallowed her hesitation and mustered up whatever of her old courage was left: "And you? What part do you play in all of this?"

[@Gordian Nought]