Letha's face was neutral as she listened, but there was some surprise to what she gained. The Voice had been mortal, once. Wessex had only been Ascended within the last few years. The outlanders were brought here to help the Voice. She nodded. Within her, while she listened to the short-haired woman, a spark of hope surged and pulsed. She was an outlander, brought here by the Voice herself, because the goddess knew something within Letha could be great. It was a mere flutter, that hope, but it made life here suddenly all the bit easier. In time, though, that expectation would probably grow heavy and as unbearable as all other expectations on her had been before. Letha never measured up.
When Wessex stopped, Letha nodded again. "Thank you." It was all she could manage to say, and it felt inadequate. Wessex had just spent this time being questioned by her, and given her so much information, and all Letha had for her was a simple thanks. It was audacious, really. She lifted a hand to tuck a lock of dark hair behind her ear. "That is...very helpful." She rolled her shoulders back and looked out at the sea, the faintest line of sunrise just barely tipping up over the horizon. "I am sorry that I questioned you. Your actions."
