It would be funny if Purilla ends up meeting Tide in a very different environment once she connects to him properly.
Like, you know, something like this:
Purilla was sure to be prepared for anything, but this was not in any range of her expectations.
Purilla found herself in a dress, such designed for the sort of parties that Inquisitor Ellen rarely attended with her at her side so as to keep a watch upon those who would attend. A sort of Psyker Rader, so to speak.
But unlike those times, it was Purilla who was wearing the dress, and it was elegantly designed to fit her form. (And not in a untasteful way, which eliminated another way to deny such a thing upon her person.)
Purilla gazed about, and she found herself not alone. A lone person in a white suit had been tending to the table (which she only realized!) with cups and treats she never saw in her life.
The lone person, a man apparently, noticed her attention and smiled. "I hope this is much to your liking, dear visitor? Unlike last time?"
Purilla then remembered where she was and who she was, and instantly felt her face go red with shame.
"I'm terribly sorry-" "No need for that, dear, I'm just setting the table for somebody we both know."
Purilla was confused, and then noticed the other person at the table. It was Inquisitor Ellen, in her full Inquisitor garb, and yet soundly asleep at the chair she was given at the table.
"I miscalculated, I'm afraid, and thus she is still asleep. She will wake up soon. How about some tea? I've got some delicacies courtesy of the Inquisitor's own stash, along with the Governor of Malum's own stuff."
"How?"
The man in the white suit raised an eyebrow at Purilla's question, then laughed.
"Ah, while I am well versed in this sort of thing via what I learned. I see that I need to learn more. To answer your question, I am but a completely alien being, as you've met me before. This is me trying to extend a welcome mat, as far as I understand you people. It has been too long since I had a body to do such things, but alas."
Before Purilla could ask, the Man held up a hand.
"No, no. I am not in the form that I physically hold at the moment. This is merely an Avatar, an illusion. Of course you are used to the Warp and all that magic, but I am not. So I used things that I saw from your head to learn how to do things. How do you like the decor of our current abode?"
Purilla wished she had the words to say, but she didn't have the knowledge to make any judgement. Perhaps once the Inquisitor woke up, she might say things...but the Man was waiting her opinion.
"I think it is nice."
The Man nodded.
"That is good to hear, for I may be a mass of flesh upon the Physical Realm, but let me entertain the idea of being a gentleman here. I am Tide, as I'm sure you know already."
"So, entertain me while we wait for your Inquisitor to wake up. Well, not the right attitude, but to stave off the boredom."
Purilla almost dropped her cup, glanced at Ellen, and saw she was still not awake.
"The time here is, well, not as the same as the Warp but it goes and wanes. At least the only thing sure here is, ironically, me. I hope your Inquisitor wakes up soon, since if I never learned to take this form I would not be capable of protecting her in this state."
Purilla jerked up in surprise at this statement, as if she was now reminded of her current state of affairs of being stuck in who knows where. At least she wasn't in the raw Warp, but being somewhere that another Warp Being held control was not reassuring.
"I'm very sorry."
Purilla did not expect the hand given to her, nor the manner how it was done.
She saw many, many, many hands do so for Ellen, but for her...
"Don't think too much, please. Think of more things that are of your own."
Purilla almost failed to understand (like she wanted to) but she still held firm, even if it was for her still barely remaining friendship with Ellen.
Then again, it said so much; she loved her, once, but Tide tore it apart...
"And I really did not intend that, my dear,"
That voice, that form. Purilla hated that he combed through so much of herself when he was acting so gentlemanly for Ellen...
But yet...
"I'm sorry Purilla, how about another pot of Tea?"
What all Ellen did not ready her was Purilla's downfall...at least in the Imperium.
But then again...
"Tide, can I wake up?"
That left the Mind behind what she met first astound then he said.
"Well, I can try."