The topic ranges from legitimate fears to borderline nonsense and the god indulges her in discussions about it all. They're never judgmental and have offered a paw to her on more than one occasion in times when she felt overwhelmed. They find the medicine that keeps her temporarily alive, month after month, with only the desire to hear stories in return. They let her draw in their home, they keep people safe when it's dark out and ghosts scurry across the ground, looking for victims they can't find because their kind heart is protecting everyone.

Her expression brightens considerably and a strawberry is dropped in her pocket for Storyteller. While she can't sum up all they've spoken about, there's a definite fondness in her voice as she says-"Everything. I like to look into their eyes and talk to them for as long as I can. It makes me happy to hear their voice."