we have flown too close to the sun

"As you are, death from a dragon shouldn't knock you out for more than a season. Should it come to that...would you be opposed to losing this body and having another fashioned? Or would you want me to tell our family to try and retrieve you?" What Wessex asks next might have caused the heralds of the Old God to lash out, to strip the Wraith of everything she possessed, and force her to humble herself. The Voice however, merely smiled. Warmly. Lovingly. "What I have is a future for us all. A future where we might grow and thrive without repercussion simply because we exist." She replies softly. "If we fail, we will do so on our own terms. Fighting for equality. For the right to be." Pausing, the Voice regards her hands for a moment in a way that makes her look quite human. "I will offer myself up as a life source that you might all live should we lose the war, but I don't think the Old Gods will allow it. If they don't, you will all slowly shut down. That is the truth of our situation."