she appeared not in a starshower, not peeling through the curtain of reality to suddenly just be before them. Instead, she wavered into being. Like Amalia and Jigano had seen her at the base of the Spire, the goddess was no more than a rough approximation of herself. Stars danced around the outlines of her body given her some sort of form and context, but for the most part she was fairly transparent. Sitting on the shrine constructed in her honour (mostly, anyways), Safrin sighed softly, her galactic gaze falling on the created objects. All received a soft hum of acknowledgement, her fingers moving softly throughout the air before she turned to the group.
"This is the first time you have looked better than I do, sugar," Safrin said in a weary voice that tried to sound amused as she glanced towards Ronin. Reaching out, she stroked a hand across his jawline, the back of her hand pressed upon his cheek as she offered him a small and perhaps apologetic smile.
Then to Amalia, Safrin leaned down, cupping the girl's face in both of her hands. Her touch was like a gentle breeze; without much weight behind it, but sweet and warm. "You should not have gone to Vi...not for me.." She said, her smile twisted but sweet, like one in a great amount of pain who only offers the bravest of faces.
She looks sidelong towards Deimos and Remi, flashing them a humble smile, that is somehow anything but. "And you boys helped as well? For little old me?" She croons, acting the part of the modest maiden though of course she is anything but. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted
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