Fiora stood before the God, holding her cat Dorian in her fragile arms tightly. The young girl was visibly shaken and her eyes swelled with tears.
"I just-" She swallowed. "-I really appreciate all of your help." She looked downward towards her loving pet for moral support. "I can do my best to describe him." She offered, before wiping a small tear from her flushed cheek.
Seeing the shaking form of the girl causes anger to surge within him. A medium-sized hand lays on top of the girl's head as he gives her a comforting smile, the anger surging in him won't help the girl out through her tough situation. "Thank you. Your description should help me out a lot."












