Aeotha wanted to tell the both of them that she'd already made her choice long before she'd become High Priestess, and no eternal commitment to the deity, whom she did love and hate, would stop her from making that choice. She may have given up her life when she stepped into that water, but she'd already given away something far more important than her life ages ago. ten ages ago or more. She'd already given it up and taking it back was useless. She knew without trust that little could be accomplished, and even less would be accomplished if she changed her mind now. There was no going back, and there was no way to change time, so this was the way it was going to be.
Aeotha only just contained rolling her eyes every time Fenrir was mentioned. She'd hated that Elf for much longer than anyone else had, she thought. He was always an inch from going to the other side, actually to be accurate, Fenrir only ever had his side. Still. His side was only with Astarii as long as it presented his daily challenge and kept him happy. But now that it had been boring probably for far too long, he was ready to throw a cog in the wheels and throw Iluvatar out to the dogs. Aeotha wished they'd let her kill him when she'd wanted to. Bastard. She could still see the light dying in Talmus' eyes, and the look on Fenrir's face, triumph, happiness almost.
He certainly didn't care about anything she had to say about balance, or about people's abilities to change. Fenrir had dozens of chances, and if he begged her for forgiveness, Aeotha would not hesitate, would she? Would she hear Talmus in her ear? Or worse, Eibhear? Their friend. Had been. It was better that Aeotha had no intention of running after Fenrir. But she would have happily preformed the funeral and offered his soul to Lorien. One last hurrah. He'd hate that.
Aeotha looked straight at Skandra. "Yes, that's what I want to do. Do you know where he is?"