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So, taking some deep breaths and wiping your eyes, you're feeling well enough to face the others. Tyne only stalled for some moments, but that's all you needed, emerging from behind him with the loving benevolence the mortals expect of you. Though you hadn't expected their enthusiasm, as you quickly find yourself swamped by the men. Crowding around to get a look at you, offer praise and celebration for the victory, and plenty of pats on the back and taking of your hands. Even through their wounds they maintain their reverence of you, their own little battle saint, knowing Sedjet's favor brought triumph this day. Even those among them unable to walk or dying, being dragged and carried to you to similarly offer their thanks and praise.
The consistency among them though, same for Tyne, is confusion about what to make of you. After your display earlier and actions in battle, prophet or not, you cannot simply be just a young lady in service to Sedjet... right? Something you expect you'll have to explain, as you see to the wounded.
Though whatever stance you take here, is sure to follow you back to town.
>Can you hide it anymore, should you even bother? Reveal the truth, as best as you can explain it, or as best as they can accept it.
>Try to maintain the deception longer, indeed you are still just a mortal woman... but some crazy excuse will be needed for them to believe it.
>Offer no certain answer, let them believe of you what they will. It's for them to make up their own minds.
>[Write-in.]
