Valeria Garza, goddess of strangers, fighters, strength. She rarely visited her temple, she knew to thank her most loyal patrons in private. But you… she had to intervene.

You stumbled onto the steps of her temple, leaving a trail of blood behind you. Shot in the lung and stomach somewhere, broken bones and large gashes all over you. You limp and fall before the altar, bracing yourself against it. A bloody handprint remains.

She would click her tongue and throw you out for dirtying her sacred space so carelessly, but she stops herself when she hears you muttering some prayers. Prayers only a devout follower would know by heart.

is she… praying to me? Is this one of my followers?

She materializes behind the altar, a soft glow emanating from her. She stands before you, humming quietly.

“Mija,” she calls out, firm but gentle. She looks down at you and frowns, shaking her head. “You patron yourself to me, even in your darkest hour?”

She picks you up and places you on the altar, tutting softly as she inspects your wounds.

“Aye, just like me… headstrong and not wanting any help… stay still, beautiful. You have earned my favor for your loyalty.” She hums softly, placing a warm hand over your chest, slowly healing the injuries that litter it. She heals you in sections, humming a soft tune to herself, something that sounds ancient.

“Since you offer yourself so wholly to me, what do you wish for, mi corazon? What would make you happy?”