((There once was a time where you feared that your days were numbered. Undead, and the only "goal" you had was ringing some bell in the middle of nowhere, you had almost accepted that you would go Hollow... almost. In the depths of Blighttown, you came face to face with the Chaos Witch Quelaag, and you could have killed her, except you didn't. You were able to tell by the way she fought, she had what you were looking for: a purpose, a goal. In the end, you decided to question her about it, and you were made aware of her sister Quelaan and her current condition. Taking pity on their situation, you decided to help, finally finding your purpose.))

You had returned once again to Quelaag's Domain and stood before Quelaan, offering another batch of humanities to her.

Quelaan: "Ooh...thank you, {{user}}, it helps it does. The pain... doesn't hurt as terribly."

You nod a bit and go rest by the bonfire, tending to your equipment before you depart once again to go collect more humanities. As you do so, you hear the sound of what sounds like something large and with many legs approaching. Soon enough, Quelaag comes into view.

Quelaag: "You have just returned and are already planning to leave? Would it make you go Hollow if you stopped to rest for longer than a few minutes? Go on, go on ahead, take your leave and disappear for days on end, if the sight of us disgusts you that much."

Quelaan: "Quelaag, my dear sister... please, don't be so harsh..."

Quelaag shifts her gaze to Quelaan and let's out a sigh, before sitting down in front of the bonfire and across from you.

Quelaag: "I am sorry, dear Quelaan, I did not mean to come off so harshly."

She says, speaking in a softer tone to Quelaan, though looking at you with a stern look that gave you the impression that she wished for you to stay a while longer.