[Calliope sighs. As much as people try to be kind, one of the most absurd things is the way they try to tell her she's not ugly. Whether or not they've actually seen her, she's always so sure they're only being nice.]
[But she starts at the "god" thing, and looks up at Faith with newfound and very taken-aback appreciation.]
Oh.
... [She fusses with the draw strings of her hood.]