"Me? Exactly that," the goddess said with a chuckle. "He would never change much from that, in any case."
She took Rave's hand gratefully, squeezing it and testing her host's power. It was a balm, powerful and soothing for all its vibrant colors, and it took the edge off her worries and misgivings about the city and its inhabitants, mortal and otherwise.
Leaning back, Goth inhaled deeply. The human gesture was not quite needed to be suffused with Rave's energy, but it felt right. Not her regular setting, and yet she felt comfortable and welcome, warmed by the petite goddess's influence.