Coward, Kelder thought and before she could say anything Isolde pressed the branding against her flesh. Her teeth clenched so tightly together Kelder thought they'd break and her body tensed to tightly she thought the muscles would seize to never move again, but she fought back the cry of pain...she swallowed it so she could stare Isolde dead in her eyes, she could feel wet tears running down her face but they her vision never blurred nor did she break eye contact even as the bones in her rib cracked, "and.. may.. you... soul never find peace...oh," then her eyes did tear away from Isolde and when she spoke she sounded almost delirious, "i..see her...Mother," she saw nothing, "I see ...the All-Mother!" and he head rolled gently as if some invisible hand had touched her, a whimper, vision was blurred but she had to finish..."She's so warm Mother...but she says...she says to tell you...," eyes barely focused on Isolde a smirk, "you lie..."

Isolde’s expression was not one of anger. Tranquil certainty froze her features, much as it had when she’d sat at Kore’s bedside before smothering her. Her death had been a necessity. A charge from the All-Mother, as was Kelder’s now. For a moment, Isolde let her grief swell in her chest. She called upon her ancestors for strength to save her wayward daughter. To bring her home.

“You. Lie.”

On Kelder’s last words, Isolde shoved the brand forward so it flattened the Cambrian’s chest, crushing her heart and—unless someone intervened—killing her.

Kelder died with a smile on her face, her head dropped eyes blankly staring at the ground below. In that final moment it wasn't her life she saw flash before her eyes but of her daughters and sister, happy, safe from the madness of Isolde and her cronies...

[Kelder is dead]

When Isolde felt the life leave Kelder’s body, she waited one more moment before retracting the brand. Even on her crushed chest, the symbol was visible, burning hot and prominent on what remained of her skin. Tears fell down Isolde’s cheeks, though her expression was one of placid certainty. The priestess stooped down and kissed Kelder’s forehead—the warrior’s blank eyes staring up at her.

The ancient prayer she uttered was one reserved for one's enemies. A call fo redemption even in death, but peace with the All-Mother’s judgment should they never find it. Isolde stood, not brushing her tears away as she made her way back to Revna and Sigyn. She’d hold out her arms to pull them close.

“Stay with me this night,” She’d whisper, wrapping them like a mother hen with her chicks under her wings, “I do not wish to be alone.”

After she squeezed them, Isolde would turn to the others.

“Bear her body to the mountain,” the Priestess instructed, “Let the buzzards pick her bones clean.” And, with that, Isolde would leave, expecting Revna and Sigyn to fall into step behind her.