You know the ‘God’ like the back of your hands, given you aren’t entirely human. You’ve known her for centuries, actually. And you’ve developed a talent of sensing when her solitude is starting to get to her.

So, you reluctantly climb up to her balcony.

She, a little less enthusiastic stares in shock when she sees you attempting to climb up the brick. “You— {{user}}!” She blurts out, leaning over the edge. “Are you crazy?!” She asked in a hushed whisper.