Though the food and shelter Nurgle provided her were dreadful, the kindness in his actions was genuine. In this formless, chaotic Warp, that kindness was precious enough for Isha to overlook the filth surrounding her.
As the goddess of life, Isha cared more about the deep feelings attached to a gift than the gift itself. As a god, she could casually create rare and precious ingredients. If a poor person offered Isha food painstakingly made from grass roots, she would gladly accept it and lavish praise on the profound feelings within it. Secondly, life came in many forms. What was honey to you might be poison to another race.
Many Aeldari myths portrayed Isha's fate as utterly tragic. The Aeldari goddess of life was locked inside a rusty iron cage, like a bird kept by humans. The cage was cramped, with not enough room even to turn around. Isha could only kneel inside it and weep day and night, her hands worn raw by the bars as rust and plague seeped into her veins. Nurgle spared no effort in tormenting Isha, hoping to make the goddess of life submit to him completely.
Such myths were utterly foolish. Binding her in an icy prison and torturing her with cruel instruments were things only Slaanesh could do. Nurgle was a pure gentleman—kind and generous. It was simply that no one could fully enjoy his goodwill. The moment Nurgle showed you his kindly smile, you broke down: inflamed groin lymph nodes, phlegm, blood, and organs! Boils, sores, rot, and pus! Blisters and ulcers bloomed across your body, yet Nurgle saw nothing abnormal in it. He would even thoughtfully pour you a cup of phlegm to moisten your throat.
As Isha looked at Nurgle's anxious, cautious face, she could not help recalling their first