[ Communion links them together, a feeling that is alien and familiar all at once - and Set can feel Yima reaching out through that bond; her presence is maternal and innately soothing - as if he were a child returning home to his mother's bosom, safe and warm and whole. all his worries, all his troubles, the frenetic rush of Discord seem just a little bit easier to bear. ]

Set...

[ it is all she can manage to say; there is something painful in his name.

but after a moment to compose herself, she regathers; ]

Yes... I am Yima. Were fortune kinder, this would not be how we would first speak - but I am glad to nonetheless.