Masquerading minefields

the Voice Its Voice made her smile even behind the strange material of the mask. "I know my limits." She agreed with a confident nod despite her youthful voice. Unapologetically she looked upon the god, though there was no mourning in her heart for it. Expressionless behind the mask, even her folded hands and reserved posture gave away little of what it was she might be thinking or feeling. But of course, Ludo did not need to look at her to know, not while she wore the mask, very likely. Still, she had nothing to hide. She never had. "If I fall when I look at you, will you then ascend when you look at me?" She asked with a light shrug. "Or are you beyond such things now? Would you like to try?" 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110