(SE) dying on promises

There is nothing but childish delight from the Wraith when the Flood tells her he’s become governor. Right now, that delight is for other things, for a friend doing a good thing - later it will be because he is inextricably tied to the Ascended and that will, hopefully, sway his polices as a leadr. But back to the now - Wessex claps her hands and squeals quietly, “Oh, that’s wonderful.” Her head bobs up down repeatedly as she reaffirms that statement with, “Good news, yes, very good news.” But there’s more. Gasping as if he’s told her some sort of mind-blowing revelation, her eyes grow big and hopeful. “Did it work? Did he agree to give it to Her?” Whatever she had to say (and it's debatable that she ever did) is forgotten. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm