are the spirits listening

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Weaver simply nods at the mention of remembering it. Favors. A currency not all that used in Halo, for they were too proud for that. Favors felt like charity, and though many would give it, few would accept it. So charity was hidden, given in unfair deals where the buyer got away with more, in labor that was paid at far less than it's worth. Still, she knows the value of a favor with no strings attached, but she will honor the request if ever there is a way.

”I am happy to let you go, if you have things you need to do,” she begins, not wanting to keep the Seer from whatever she may have had planned. ”If you are in no rush though, perhaps we can get to know one another better. Maea considered you a friend, and she seemed to have good taste,” her tone is light and smile friendly and playful, a little less serious and a little more Weaver-like.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden