When her memory was lost, her father had taken her in. The last thing she could remember was her mother's death. She remembered being filled with guilt. She felt that her mother's death was somehow her fault. If she had just not left to become a mage for Lamia Scale, she might have been able to see the signs of her illness before it struck her dead. If she pursued a career in medicine whilst practicing healing magic, she might have been able to save her, but c'est la vie. There was nothing she could do about it but live with the burden of what she could have done, and what she actually did with her life.
In an attempt to make it up to her father, she started fulfilling the sort of life he wanted her to all along. She took some classes on medicine. She honed her healing powers, but it was all for nothing. Carnil eventually had come back, and Kerii regained a good portion of her memories. It was in no way, shape, or form her fault that Meldë had died. It was Carnil's. He was the one who poisoned her. For what reason, she still did not know. Even after having all her memories return, there were still so many questions she had, none of which she had a sliver of the answer to. Staring out the window, Kerii secretly hoped Carnil would return. As time went on, she got to see more sides of his personality. She initially thought he was a sadistic sociopath, but there was something else to him. She could feel it. His actions never quite lined up with his explanations. If it was one thing she learned from being part of this crazy mishap she called a family, it was that no one could ever take anything at face value. Doing so would just lead you down a twisting, winding road to no answers. So far, every ounce of Kerii's knowledge in relation to the Tathvirs was explicitly told to her. None of it she had discovered on her own, which was quite worrisome. The elf was intelligent. The wasn't much she couldn't solve on her own. Perhaps it was just how personal this whole ordeal was to her. Perhaps her emotions were clouding her thoughts. Regardless, there was only one way to figure it out. She picked up her pen, and began writing on the paper in Elvharin script.