silent night, starlit night

Safrin "No. Breached though it might be, it is still a place that holds the Voice's power." Safrin replies with a gentle shake of her head. "If it was without food, then yes. Centuries kept in the dark with no one to speak to? Or with only the Voice to speak to? That would be enough to weaken in considerably." Raising a brow at Amalia's question, the goddess smiled softly. "How do you check if anything is alive? Find its heartbeat. And if indeed it is...well, you know how to feed it. I doubt the Spire was created around the tulmhainar, if indeed that is what is within. So there must be another way in and out." Standing, Safrin looks up to the sky. "It is worth trying."