"It's only flattery if it isn't true," Roger remarked with an easy grin. He hadn't been quite sure what goddess would work for her, but the moment she continued to speak, the idea formed almost-immediately in his mind. His eyes scanned over her scars as they became revealed again, and he slowly reached his hand up, one finger tracing ever-so-lightly over one of the reddened scars as he murmured in response, "Artemis. The Goddess of the hunt, the wilderness and wild animals. She was associated with the moon." His next remark was especially apt, though he didn't know it, "She was a twin. Her brother was Apollo, sometimes considered the God of the sun. Apollo sort of toes the line between good and evil because he's associated with medicine and healing, but he can also cause ill-health and deadly plague."