Lion Head Mesa the long night

Thank her?
I should be thanking you, Divine One, she retorts, a bashful slump of her ears to the sides of her head. you have sheltered me and allowed me healing and prospering within your kingdom. I am... honored, to fight for you. Display of such emotions felt foreign, bizarre, almost; and yet she felt if anyone would be worthy of such, it would be her! The little golden woman, beam of sunlight, a beacon within the soot-smoke darkness that had been the young Mazoi's life, as of late.
She accepts the invitation with much gratitude, and motions for the Queen to lead the way. Listening ears are then turned forward, ever eager. What is it you wish to speak to me of?