Aryyna smiled. "You're not pathetic, Neit." She kissed her, tenderly. "Not at all." Another smile.
"I think I need to be alone, for a while. You take care. Don't go dying on me. I'll be really fucking pissed if you did." A small but genuine laugh."
Neit thanked Aryyna and fawned over her furry spider some more, and then she was off, leaving the strange Ilharess behind her.
Yathrinser was a more traditional 'open air' Drow city, enclosed on one side by the natural cavern wall, and on all others by manufactured walls.
There was no fighting in the streets, so evidently the power struggle hadn't escalated that far. Yet.
First order of business was probably getting an audience with Zymyyra Faernsenger.