[X] You offered the fears and wishes of the facility, written as notes, recordings, photos of graffiti, all of them getting a simple message across....... 'I don't want to die here', you even found one of yours from a failed loop...... it was an unpleasant one you wish you didn't remember. The woman on the throne exuded a soothing prescence and the weight you had on your shoulders...... the weight you forgot was there, lifted. She was from the desert and offered stories to comfort you all for many nights.
[x] You made an offering of solemn laments essence, you can not give it away but you can share it........ the inhuman being reminds you of a mix of Funeral of the Dead Butterflies and Fairy based Abnormalities. Death clings to this being as it sits there on the throne with unreadable mannerisms like an insect.
[X] You made an offering of enkephalin...... despite the being sitting on the throne taking the guise of an androgynous human you can tell that on a fundamental level it wasn't human at all. They made smiled at you like you were something exciting.