[ . . . You know what. She still doesn't remember this girl's secret, she'd seen her age and it makes no sense to her if she's a god, and she's talked around it enough before now that even if she's going to be ethereal, she might as well...

She hops into a seat here, and then sits there crossing her legs, motioning Milla to sit too. ]

Okay girl, you're starting from the beginning here. You're a god and weren't a god and now you're a fragment of a god, and I might as well get my story straight for if we ever need to autopsy you.