"Your world must be... very different from mine." Merwen shakes her head. "I don't believe that beings like yourself exist in the world I know. Holding life to be divine and sacred, though, that I do understand. I would think anyone who held the sort of power you seem to embody would be deeply respected, far beyond 'minor goddess.'"

She smiles; she doesn't understand, not really, but she's trying. It's a warm, faintly apologetic sort of expression. "In the universe I know, there is a being who claims divinity, who is worshipped on Valedon and likely other worlds as well, but he is not human, not a god, but a creation of thinking coldstone. He shares violence and cruelty, has encouraged it to spread among the Valans through the emissaries he sends, and that is not something worth holding in esteem. I'll accept that you're something different, though."