Redhawk Caldera 'Cause heaven's angels carried her away

Hotah nodded once, slow and sure, understanding settling into his expression.

-That makes sense,- he said quietly. -Strength like that doesn’t come from nowhere.-

His gaze didn't waver from her. How could it? Strength imbued in this woman plain. He admired her for it, dare he even coin the term worshipped.

-He gave you something to hold onto,- Hotah added, -And you held.-