Otter Creek remain until the end

My god, yes, Maegi answered, nodding. They have been with me my entire life. They are the guardian of the innocent and the scorned—children, and those who others look down upon. Like me, she thought, the ruined side of her mouth tugging upward in wry fashion.

She blinked at Bhediya, wondering if the woman had beliefs more akin to Wraen's (that being hardly any beliefs at all) or a set of her own deities. Do you have faith? she queried curiously. Sometimes that's all we have in times like these.

She couldn't imagine weathering the storm without. She would feel completely unmoored and adrift.