"Yes," she said, putting one foot forward in front of the other. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead, but she'd stopped noticing the details.
What about her widows, her orphans? Her mansion just outside Delhi was designed to house and tend the ones within it. Would her power continue to feed it, continue to care for those whom she chose to save, even though she had been so far removed from them?
"Wait, wait," she said, then stopped immediately in the corridor. She focused on her mansion, the thing that had become her temple in the modern world, and slid into Concept. Her form faded, skipped, rippled, and returned back again, wholly without her will behind the return. In truth, she wasn't sure she'd actually gone as far as Concept itself. It was as if her temple were nothing more than an imaginary place.
Nanshe murmured, "Right," again, far softer this time.