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Well, what's done is done. You'd been considering something more proper, like a union with Lord Darry which would provide much power and legitimacy, but given your nature and your heart it seems now Leon is going to be a father instead. Not that you regret it, in fact you can barely contain your joy and cannot contain your divinity as it sharply starts to change the world around you with a rapid bloom of life and growth. But you suppose there is something to be lamented about the loss of possibility with Leon, and the complications it will bring... depending on how you handle this at least. Your heart is already running away with you, imaginings of a wedding and sitting the young man at a throne beside yours, new dynasty and all. But your mind is not yet overpowered by your rising love as to not have some rationality left, not yet.
If nothing else at least, you suppose this is one solution for your problem involving Hewe. Whether you'd planned it more carefully, or had a happy accident as this is now, having others of your blood in the world changes things.
<span class="mu-s">"...me? A father? What would that be... another god?"</span> Leon utters with similar disbelief to your own realization at first, when you choose to give him the news at the dock later this same morning.
<span class="mu-r">"Erm... demigod, you could say... but I don't think there's a lot of difference anymore, if there aren't other gods left- gah! What are you doing?!"</span> you try to make sense of this together with him, but yelp in surprise when he suddenly takes you up in his arms to his boat.
<span class="mu-s">"Let's leave then, hmm? Get away from all this... mess. You and me, and all the kids we could want, together... what do you say?"</span> he says with a smile, nervous but brave.
Oh Leon, young mortal, young fool. That's why you love him though, everyone else bows their heads and kisses the ground you walk on as a deity, but he treats you as an equal or even as <span class="mu-i">his</span>. He may not be the boldest or the most confident around, not some mighty conqueror, and by your nature surely you would in turn fall in love with someone like that instead. But this humble fisherman knew you from your first arrival in the new world, crossed paths when you were still just Zafira, the mistaken Namari refugee girl stepping off the ship escaped from the old world. To him that's what you remain in many ways, and as far as he's concerned "goddess" is just a name you call yourself.
