Makaria simply wept, there wasn't much more than she could fathom doing. Gripping his shirt even as he set her down and sat beside her. Her head immediately went right back to his shoulder in which she'd created a large wet spot of tears.
"I want to die." She whispered between sobs. "I..I'm s-s-so s-st-stupid." Makaria's fingers balled up in his shirt and she cried louder. She was stupid. She did want to die.
"No one would ever want to love me anyway." The clarity of it, the sober moment in a chaotic swirl of sadness. No one could love her. Her very presence made mortals uncomfortable, let alone Gods.