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Vex’ahlia is 27, young, beautiful, beloved, and newly unafraid of death.
De-aged, she laughs at the ten visible years that separate them and calls Vax old. Keyleth points out that this is an experience they’ll never have again, and that it is a pleasing preview of things to come.
Vex’ahlia is 37, beautiful, beloved, and unafraid of death.
The memory of the fine lines on her brother’s face, and the threads of silver in his dark hair are unspeakably precious. Keyleth’s laughing, unremarkable words proven ill-fated like so many meaningless things they’d said in those days.
Now the lines remain on her own face, the silver shines in her own dark hair, and Vax remains young, unchanged, untouchable beyond the veil.