Aeotha reached out and covered one of Leir's hands with both of her own, she bowed her head for a moment and whispered a fluid string of Elvish phrases, a prayer to their Goddess herself. One that had been whispered between many a Priestess and Champion. One that came so easily, but Aeotha couldn't for the life of her remember how she'd heard it or why it seemed important to say it here. This wasn't a goodbye, was it? She didn't think it was. But it felt like one, didn't it? Aeotha let her hands fall back to her sides and she looked up at him with a smile.
"Say hello to Fenrir for me, and tell him he should have listened to me more when we were in the Underdark together. Because it didn't have to come to this. If he hadn't abandoned his friend the way Talmus had abandoned us. But he taught me that sometimes you can't forgive and forget, he taught me that and brought about his own ending, hm?" Aeotha shrugged a shoulder. There were more important things now, and she was no longer simply a country girl made priestess and forced on an expedition into the Underdark to find the King's would-be wife. That seemed less important now. Funny how those things worked.
Aeotha turned away then, the smile was gone, but her eyes were light and ready. She followed after Skandra. "We'd better hurry. Before they have any idea we've broken you out, or rather, let you out. I'm sure once again someone will be shocked at this turn of events. You'd think they'd learn" Aeotha almost laughed, instead she hurried forward. Ready. There was something coming, and something happening that was more important than Astarii right now, and maybe they'd find their answered with Guyther, or maybe they'd find them with Elemmire. Maybe in death.