Not die? [ she laughs weakly. ] She only mentioned the Artifact... and that person on the phone earlier said the woods are alive?

[ the further into the forest they walk, the closer at Zagreus' heel she follows, until a sudden, sharp snap—twigs? branches? bone?—has her clutching at his arm. ahhh, she hates this. she hates this! dying wasn't something she had to worry much about in her previous life; in Rudbeckia's life, it became a much larger priority, with a death foretold at her husband's hand. but even then, it was mostly people she'd been worried about. she didn't have to traipse through creepy forests or go on shitty quests. how is it that everything gets worse each time she dies?

her vice grip on Zagreus relaxes, but her hand remains, slender fingers curled around the inside of his elbow like a lady being escorted. it can't hurt to keep a hand on him. knowing her luck, she'll trip and get lost if she isn't careful. ]

W-Where are we supposed to find a lantern in this huge forest?