"Death would always come," Pelsor says, with a huff of air. She sounds like she wants to laugh again. "It came before us, and it waits behind." But then, Loki does not know the universe they left, and her eyes have narrowed a little as she considers that. "Ask the light-thieves what is left for Eliksni to claim."

Her scorn is momentary. The Baroness is not inclined to give much away of her intentions, besides what she demands of the Nexus denizens. Why should she, after all? As well announce her plans to the Guardians. She rumbles acceptance of his promise, inclines her great helm a very little. "My Eliksni will let you pass. Let the Houseless squabble until they decide. Return with their answer. Then... we will talk again."