Although she didn't fight him when he wrapped her up against him, her eyes hadn't lost their sharpness, and her mouth was one thin, tight line. This side of Nanshe rarely appeared. The last time, her darling brother Nergal had been caught in a suffocating column of the essence of darkness, and he'd been falling under its weight. She'd thrown herself into that darkness and caught him and saved him -- and it'd hurt, but she damned the pain, would have suffered ten times as much, if only her brother were free.
The same determination was in her eyes, now, and the anger made her hard where she was usually only ever soft. The angles of her shoulders. The tightness in her form. She felt like cold stone.
"They took us away," she whispered up to Morpheus. "Away from everyone, my humans, my friends, my family. Harmonia. Nergal. Everyone. Everyone."