Six has only seen Sarenrae in her dreams; it's rare that any kind of God might show themselves in the midst of the mortal realm, not when they surely have so much to do. She is a guiding light, her Dawnflower, soft and kind and accepting her for all her weaknesses and all her faults, letting her grow into someone stronger. There's no denying the intensity of her devotion, her eyes closed as she bows her head again.

It's the whisper of demon that makes her turn her head, sharp and intent, hand shifting. Her weapon is not the chosen one of Sarenrae - she has no scimitar, choosing the greatsword for its weight and strength instead - but she can still grant herself the power of her God's strength.

"I would not have that happen to her." That, at least, is an easy choice to make. "I will not allow it."