"I believe in you. And there's a lot of other gods around, so I'm sure people here are more accepting of divine authority in its many forms." She watched as he moved away from her, her lips quirked upward. "I hope I help a little. And he wasn't really my father - not how people think of them here, anyway. Just a really, really old tree. One of the orginal ones." She smiled, remembering him. There was a nice breeze, and she turned her face into it. The desert air was warmer than what she was used to and it pleased her.