The world seemed to turn colder for a second, and Yggdrasil cursed far above in Sylph's heaven. She could feel the very sky glaring down at her, the space around her roots growing tighter, and the wind twisting her branches a bit too much.
Sylph looked at her; she, too, had sensed the shift. She could tell at a glance that it was something that Arad did, but couldn't tell exactly what it was.
"If Tina dies, I'm fucked, so you better cooperate. Is what the world is saying." Yggdrasil sighed, "I can indeed help that woman with a shattered soul, but not as much as he or the world expects. I'll be giving her the tools, but not the effort. It's like trying to lose weight or gain muscle. In her case, it's like a physical therapy to her soul after it was disabled for years."
