she regards the vampire spawn with a hybrid of curiosity and empathy. the cleric has always maintained a guarded demeanor, crafted over years, but the depth of dalyria's statement resonates with her own experiences. shar, freeing herself from shackles that had existed since her childhood— unbeknownst to her all this time. "freedom," shadowheart muses softly, her eyes narrowing as if she was capable of probing the very essence of the word. "it's a rare gift. to taste it after a lifetime of chains— physical or otherwise. it can be... disorienting." a step is taken closer to the other, her expression becoming one full of thought. after so long serving her deity, following orders without question— she realizes how constricting that life was; shar was like a cobra, wrapping herself around the body until no oxygen remained. until no soul was left. shadowheart gaze softens at the mental revelation, a rare occurrence for someone often shrouded in mystery and darkness. before returning to speaking, she quietly clears her throat. "what will you do now with this newfound freedom? where do you see it taking you?"