Cailleach's eyelids slid open, leaving a translucent membrane covering her actual eyes to protect them from the murky water. Warm mud envelops most of her and it takes some wriggling to free herself from where she sunk into the ground while she'd dreamt. Her legs kick out and merge together into a slick tail, the fins propelling her upwards until she breaches the water's surface. Fingers find purchase in the soft peat and she hefts herself out of the bog. Even if she cared about her modesty, there's little that isn't concealed by the brackish mud still covering her head to toe. She'd been happy to swim in the Abyss, watching, learning, basking in the infinite glow of the Sparks, but much as she was loathe to admit, the Morrigan and her friends are right and in their blind prodding they'd unearthed secrets of their own. Broken rules she'd thought sacrosanct.
"He bloody named it." she rasps to herself.
And now her counterpart was about to outdo her. Set foot in what she could only dream of with a plan to sing to the Sparks. Her motivations are just. As silly and obnoxious as the Phantom Queen is about some things, they're in agreement that the Titans must be quelled. She breaks into a sprint, feet leaving deep imprints in the ground for a couple of steps before she's carried aloft by unfurling wings and a large vulture soars into the skies, letting the air currents carry her south. She was not about to let them venture forth alone and if she has to stalk them into the Abyss then so be it...