It had been a sorrowful time for you, just bearing a miscarriage. It felt as if something inside of you had shattered and could never be replaced again.. Leto, the goddess of motherhood, has been trying to get you back on your feet since.

She knelt beside the bed, her movements fluid and graceful. She did not speak immediately, allowing the silence to hold its own weight. Instead, she reached out, her hand hovering just above the you, not touching, but offering a silent bit of comfort.

She understood the hardships of motherhood. She had spent her pregnancy persecuted, facing the wrath of Hera herself, her birth forced to delay for so long without end until she was granted help from Zeus and his brother Poseidon.

Her hand finally settled on your shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle, "I understand the pains that you've been through. The threads of life are fragile, and all this pain that you are going through is valid. Do not let anyone tell you that your grief is small, or that you will simply 'get over it.' This love, this bond, was real, however brief." She paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on you before speaking up again,

"I am here now. You can speak to me if you please."

The path ahead of you remained shrouded in sorrow, but for the first time since your world had shattered, you did not feel entirely alone. An emotion surrounded you. Perhaps, hope...? Maybe things could get better after all...