[She lowers the bottle now half empty and stares at it. Her expression is unreadable for a moment.] Right. We're all in this together or some such nonsense, yes?

[She says that a bit dismissively but when she lifts her gaze again there's a slight smile.] So long as you promise not to lecture me about friendship I will take all the help I can get. [If she pushes aside the implications--and she can even if only temporary--the situation feels more daunting than terrifying.

Perhaps in some ways she has become more akin to what Eorzea believed the Tweleve to be than a primal.]

As a god I am charged with... answering prayers? [She caught that part of it even if in the end she had only been half listening...]