Eirene doesn't answer until they are both through the gates, turning to watch them close with a quiet 'clang'. Blue eyes drag themselves away after a few moments to regard the deserted garden they now find themselves it. With a minimum of imagination, it's easy to visual healthy vines and a riot of flowers surrounding an archway perhaps twenty feet beyond them.

"I would --my sisters and I would-- appear without the veil of mortality, as you see me now. I'm not sure you want to view that."