"It is not." Her voice is firm, rock solid in a way it rarely is. But she knows this, blaming yourself for making a choice, seeing in hindsight, worrying over something that might not even come to pass. She wraps her arms around him as well, grounding him in the only way she can, smelling of flowers and green.

"I can't... You are not just your purpose. You have a great role with amazing powers but you can't just be that forever. Am I supposed to be nothing but spring--if you let the world and the other gods decide who you have to be, you never get to be yourself. Every god has their own allegiances, the ones they love or hate, you're a being who can choose your own side and no one can punish you for that."