[@Cuccoruler][@Zelosse][@Lugubrious][@PerseusArchean]

Rhona looked up at Boreas and smiled warmly, yet weakl, feeling a little proud of herself. Her cheeks were a bright red and she was sweating a bit. "Th-thank you... H-however, if I may be completely honest; I was utterly terrified... I-I've never spoke in front of so many people before..." Her voice was weak and exhausted. For a moment, she fell silent to think of how to properly answer his question. " I have lived through many ages... I have seen the Northmen invading Ireland... destroying all in search of gold... I've seen suffering in the darkness... Yet I have seen beauty thrive in the most fragile of places... I have seen it... The thing that turned darkness into light... I have faith in mortals  because I love them... I am from a pantheon that is no longer worshiped by man... Yet I choose to still love and watch over them from a far distance... It's the same for the merged... I love the gods... That is why I chose to take this burden. So nobody else would have to." Rhona's voice had lowered to a whisper and her Irish accent was thicker than before.