I sent him off with his keepsakes.
(Tieve starts mumbling, as if talking to herself.)
The goddess will return when the Fomors are eradicated.
As an oracle, I am proof that she exists. But when I
perform these rites for departed soldiers, I wonder...
How many lives must be sacrificed before she leads us to
paradise? How much blood must be shed?
(Tieve looks as [sic] you imploringly, as if hoping you know the
answers. Then she shakes her head.)
I'm sorry. I'm not feeling quite myself. I just need a few
moments. Please, I'd like to be alone.