Goldy doesn't honor that revelation with a reply. On the plus side though, she seems to be all puked out for the time being. After flushing the toilet, she drags a hand across her mouth, wiping away the worst of the saliva, and shakily gets to her feet again.

A half turn and a short step brings her up to the god.

Her face is now drawn and weary. All the emotion has drained from it. She lifts her hands and, for lack of anywhere better, places them on his shoulders. Her head lolls down as she leans in and lets him take some of her weight. She seems exhausted, both physically and mentally.