"Supporting your people - our people - is not without effort. I saw the stir in the energy among the crowds when you made yourself seen to them. It was taxing on many levels."

He remembers her exhaustion, how depleted she was.

Skellig reaches for one of her hands (after draining of the last of his wine from his cup, so as not to spill it as he tucks it beside his hip) with his and begins to rub gently at her fingers.

"You may be just a single Goddess, a small Goddess. But you are my Goddess," he says. "And the one that I choose to worship before all others."