[Well, Rhys hadn't gotten much choice in the matter at the time, and in his own defense, he only knows Her by a vague handful of symbols and impressions. He'd been dying, and there has been a moth, a handful of stones and skulls, and a voice in a storm. He hadn't had long to decide, and then it was just...a done deal.

She'd kept her end of it: it was only falls he do the same. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and you didn't mess with Powers in any world. Not unless you wanted more pain than you could possibly imagine.]

Well, at least you know it's there, and you can prepare for it. And there's people here who are good, who will help you get through it. That's something, at least. Until we figure out how to crack this place open.