"No... no, it never does as much as we'd hope, does it?"
All her good intentions, hope for peace stood for nothing when she still went to war, and laid waste to her enemies, after all.
"No, we can be free of such judgements, at least." She can smile for that, a brief crinkle in the corner of her eyes with it. But she clears her throat and fixes herself if not happier and better, a little more put together, even if it seems her voice cannot seem to fathom more than a soft rasp. "I am Gilia, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity and the Endless Wail, Second-Child to the Sea-Father, Queen of the Isle of St. Loe." They are titles, so much as names. "I am pleased to meet you and I thank you deeply for your help. If you should ever have need of me, I will be glad to give it in return."
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All her good intentions, hope for peace stood for nothing when she still went to war, and laid waste to her enemies, after all.
"No, we can be free of such judgements, at least." She can smile for that, a brief crinkle in the corner of her eyes with it. But she clears her throat and fixes herself if not happier and better, a little more put together, even if it seems her voice cannot seem to fathom more than a soft rasp. "I am Gilia, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity and the Endless Wail, Second-Child to the Sea-Father, Queen of the Isle of St. Loe." They are titles, so much as names. "I am pleased to meet you and I thank you deeply for your help. If you should ever have need of me, I will be glad to give it in return."