She wants to move to him, curl around him and embrace him as a mist-version of herself, but she remains rooted where she is - intense in her gaze and delight as he tells her he had been drawn to her. Beyza focuses on the words, not the detached way in which they are delivered, happily letting herself be blinded.
But perhaps that is why she doesn’t move. Instead she smiles in her own, faint way. “We’ll make this place your home, build it together. Starting now.”
And here, finally, she comes to why she had called him here. “I have a gift for you.” She says then, in her cool tone, even though she can feel the electricity building in her veins.
The mists part and someone walks towards them - a roan stallion, old, and sick - his eyes are blinding white like Beyza’s and there is something awkward about his gait because she is moving him forward like a puppeteer. This is a mercy for him, ending his life sooner than the sickness would have, and there had been no stipulations on what state the souls needed to be in before she reaped them. She has taken this stallion’s pain away so he is sleep walking - but her eyes are on Jamie. Nerves dancing now with her excitement and she wonders what he will think of this now that they are back in Beqanna.
Once the stallion is standing nearby, the mists close back in around them - surrounding the trio and concealing them.
“In the mists of the afterlife, I made a bargain with Death. With the reaper part of you that you keep hidden. And today I begin to repay what I owe, to give you back the souls I took.” She thinks that each soul that passes into the afterlife is his, believes that with each sacrifice she will not only be settling her score - she will be making him stronger.
And then, well - once he is his true form he can do whatever he wants. Cause worlds to collide and create something seen in a dream on the other side of death.
