I never cared much for Guyther. Aeotha had a hard time remembering who Guyther was. The fact of the matter was she just didn't have time to pay attention to every name anymore. She had been too busy dealing with the temples throughout Astarii to take the time to think of old houses. The only one she'd paid any attention to was Eiron'aith's, and now she didn't have to pay much attention to that. Or to the temples. no. She'd be stepping outside of them again, wouldn't she? And if Skandra was right, if Lorien didn't care for any of them and would not help her then..
She'd be completely outside of everything. Just like when they'd found themselves on another world. She disliked the idea of her magic not working, perhaps it would always work now considering how close she was to actually being divine. She didn't know, but it didn't matter any longer did it? Aeotha was willing to turn away from all of them because Skandra said that's what they needed to do. That's what she needed to do if she wanted to save them. There was no room for failure.
"I can deal with the Drow." She stepped back from the cell now, leaving the room for Leironuoth to work. Whether he was going to break the door down or simply open it was up to him. "But I think I might have to borrow a few of Iluvatar's men, I don't want to move any of the Paladins around considering they're either fighting or healing the wounded." Aeotha wanted to ask how they'd deal with Elemmire.
Her magic was far more powerful than Aeotha had estimated. Skandra couldn't kill her, could he? Could she? If they had to, if they had to, could they?
A question that would probably be answered with time.