When CeCe put on her mothering voice and reached for Divorce's hand, the wounded mess of a deity couldn't help herself. She jerked back at the contact, expecting the worst even while she mentally chided herself for knowing better. She was unable to meet her friend's eyes, too humiliated at the state of... well, everything, really. Instead, strong, ballsy Divorce kept her eyes down and to one side.
"I don't know. It's so hard to remember anything other than bits and pieces..." Her mouth compressed into a thin line, Divorce took a deep breath, forcing herself to be still for CeCe. Comfort Food would know when her power took effect by the way some of the tension eased out of Divorce's shoulders. While certainly not relaxed, everything felt more bearable once CeCe made that slow, sick and steady burn ease off.
It showed in the way Divorce steeled herself at mention of the ring, a pretty affair which screamed 'hideously expensive' -- nothing but the most costly for Greed, no doubt. Her eyes flicked worriedly to her hand in CeCe's, then up to her friend's kind and lovely face. A warning caught in Divorce's throat; she was so sure that something horrible would happen, would have to happen, but begging off sounded like equal torture.
So Divorce said nothing, and when CeCe slid the ring off of Divorce's finger with almost no resistance, Mrs. Greed could only stare stupidly. A ragged moan of relief creeped up her throat, and she threw herself at CeCe, wrapping the other woman up in a hug that was as much thanks as it was desperation.