Otter Creek remain until the end

She let out a quiet hum in contemplation. Perhaps it hadn't been the woman's gods at all, but her sensitivity to deities of any kind. Maegi knew that her brothers, particularly Ramsay, had never been close to the divine. That they hadn't heard the whispers she had, from birth. Some didn't have that particular sense within them, and that was fine.

She thought it was probably nice, not having voices in your ear at any given time.

You're not getting rid of me, child. Her god's sardonic voice rang clear; she had to resist the impulse to roll her eyes, instead focusing on Bhediya.

Perhaps those were false gods, she suggested lightly, shrugging. Like the ones of my family. Pray to Jaes, sometime—I wonder if they will hear you and return your call. Jaes would be pleased, she thought, to have new devotees. And pleased with her for bringing them into the fold.