Amon had already arrived to where Avilyn is. With the woman wearing her robe, she seemed like a Greek goddess who visited them rather than a fairy because of her unmatched beauty.
"Amon," she greeted, resting on the tree's trunk as she looked at him with a smile on her face. "I knew it that you could see me immediately," she added, the Grim Reaper curious as he cocked her head to the side.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm curious," she said, looking from afar over Amon's shoulder. "I want to see my daughter."
Amon took a look back. He noticed that they are quite visible from where they are, the Grim Reaper, looking at Avilyn once more.
"If you're worried of them seeing you, then we have to move away from here and talk whatever it is about what you wanted to talk about."
Avilyn let out a sigh. With a small pout shown on her face, she turned her back against Amon and then flew away, gesturing him to follow her.