Such beauty resonated from her daughters. Each night she looked up at them was always special. Sometimes she thought she saw one flicker a little more brightly than the others, perhaps as a way of communication with her. It was most likely nothing more than a twinkle, but Pleione could dream. She smiled at his touch, intertwining her fingers with his. "I've sometimes wondered if it would be possible to bump up mortal beliefs. I don't know how many of them I've heard speak of the Seven Sisters, and in turn wanted to tell them those are my daughters. They seem to have much belief as a group." She moved his hand closer to her and kissed it gently.