The goddess of madness was not someone new to her. They dealt with similar matters, death and madness of sorts, but whenever anyone died from the cold, it was a slow sort of death, not a frenzy and a panic that the other minor goddess (spirit, really, much like Keres) could stir up. So they never really talked, but she'd seen her enough times to recognize her and the madness that followed. So, much like a colleague. "Lytta, could that be you?" she asked, looking at the Lady.











