"Iris... why did you take them with us?" One of the Celestials leaned in to whisper in her ear.
Praise sighed, speaking out. "Because I wanted to? Got something against it?" She said, smiling while turning her head towards the girl. Winking, before looking back at Maeve.
"This lovely woman right here is Maeve, a Withered, and her son is Rune, a very lovely child, one that...." She looked at the others. "Has done nothing wrong, so there is no reason to spit on him, right?"
The Celestials looked away, slightly embarrassed.
Iris rolled her eyes, seeing this. "You could run away from what you did all you want, but at least you introduced yourself.
