still a woman beneath all this armor

i'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything that you need.

The Voice sensed much of what was on Wessex's mind, but as always, she'd do her brightest the respect of letting her speak for herself. Appearing in a blur of dim electricity that coalesced into her unassuming avatar, the Voice sat casually upon the shrine with eyes only for her demigod.

"Tell me what is on your mind." She prompted, skipping over formalities, the likes of which the Wraith had never really needed.