Seeing such a holy place stained with blood and bodies makes Farron's heart sink so deeply, it almost feels like it might tear the rest of his organs asunder. Even if it doesn't show on his stony features as he walks towards the chapel.
Today was supposed to be such an important day, too. He had thought that the fleeing forms of his mother, father, and sister would be the last thing he saw in life. But the Blind Mother saw it fit to bring the right people his way. And for that, today was supposed to be the day he met his Lily. Farron tries to distract himself from the carnage around him, the corruption that had been fended off at the cost of the priests and priestesses that were taking care of you, with the questions he had pondered about his Lily on the way here. Step by step up the stairs, what kind of person are you? What are your favorite foods? Are you a child, or one of those mythical Lilies that managed to survive into adulthood?
...Are you even alive, after everything that transpired?
An answer to that last question is delivered swiftly as he opens the attic hatch. The place he was instructed to go when the worst happened. And while had seen the aftermath of such carnage, you had not. Because the moment the corruption closed in, when the head priest had seen that it was too much to risk one precious Lily, they had laid you to rest in that enchanted glass coffin. Infused with the holy mana of many priests past just to keep one small space immune from the corruption. Carved with a seal that would only break upon your Yarrow's touch.
Farron's hand lingers above it for what feels like, in his mind, far too long. The corruption has been fought off for now, yet he still can't help but feel like time is of the essence. With a touch so gentle yet so heavy-feeling to him...Farron breaks the seal, and thinks your eyes are beginning to open.
"você...I wish we could have met under better circumstances. But I'm here now..."
