Cynthia nods, just slightly. "I don't think you should compliment me for trusting someone from Cheliax; it was more ignorance than bravery, honestly. And dumb question: can you please show me some properly utopian surroundings? I want to imagine being in one of my wish-fulfillment novels, just once."

She smiles warmly.

"May I read what you'd like to see from your mind?"

"I consent freely and happily, with all my heart, to let you read my mind." (Cynthia really wishes she could say that to her boyfriend, as she's spreading her legs on the beautiful white bed, knowing she won't be hurt...)

And then she imagines her favorite scene from that indulgent romance show: a woman is walking around her huge, all-glass house, the dense clearing of woods surrounding her giving her total privacy so she doesn't have to wear a stitch of clothing, and the private nuclear reactor in her basement (lead-cooled, for extra safety, rated for 120 years of passive operation) letting her have an endless supply of hot water and to keep her body toasty warm through even the coldest nights of winter, not having to curl up for heat even once.

Advanced civilization; overwhelmingly Good; oh, wow even Azlanti didn't have those; oh Abadar will be ecstatic about the whole idea, pity it requires much more wealth than Golarion has - for now; how many people are living there?; yeah, it could work with enough Mind Blanks; ...

She spins off a thread to process everything and to start making plans. [This goes to Abadar - standard conditions - in exchange for the exact amount of intervention budget She needs to not leak that She's concentrating a nontrivial amount of Herself; this will go to Milani at the right time, She'll love it but she's not... super reliable on waiting; Nethys is super not getting this; ...]

"You should close your eyes for a beat."

Cynthia does as instructed, with an excited smile that reveals her teeth.

When she opens them again, both of them look almost naked in their skin-clothes, and they're standing in the middle of a forest. There are walls, where furniture sits, but everywhere else there are just floor to floor windows that are so transparent that it's hard to tell they're there at all. The floor is warm under her bare feet, and she now has... something in her brain that feels like she can unspool with her will.

[Pharasma, we need to have a talk about getting souls for these travellers; Desna, could you please move a door for me?; ...]

Cynthia makes a few mental motions with whatever's inside her brain, unspooling it(?) slightly here and there and back and forth.

When she does she will feel like she could totally flip that switch over there from where she's standing - even though it's almost 7 meters away - or turn the temperature knob on the thermostat, and then re-spool it for later.

[I know, right? They are called Combine Harvesters; I think we could, but we need enough contingencies prepared to avoid Him from releasing It; ...]

Cynthia tries unspooling on the ground, curious about whether she's able to feel sensation or resistance. She doesn't need to adjust the thermostat; she's plenty warm already. And not just on her feet, thanks to the beam-forming IR antennas heating her all over her body! She chooses to try taking up as much space as she can, sprawling out her arms and legs in the cavernous open space of the glass home.

The mental motion doesn't give any sensory feedback.

"Keeping you here for a long time will give you a worse headache, so if you have questions, you should ask them now. In the meantime, feel free to explore your desire."

"My question is, because I won't be a warrior: what will I be doing to help the innocent and struggling people on the other side of that door? If there are problems caused by staying here too long, I won't risk it. Although, if our powerful painkillers are able to stem that headache... I'll take one for the team; tell when my headache would be as bad as having a toe hit with a hammer, and kick me out. Someone must find out."

"You are a healer, you should do what you do best. Talk to these people. They will be traumatized by living their whole life under the thumb of tyranny and torture. You have seen Sana and Sofia. There will be people even more hurt. You probably won't need to have sex with them, mind, they will need time to heal their souls first, to see a better world.

Most people can be redeemed, you could ask Sarenrae to be her cleric, She would be delighted. I will send someone to talk to you in the physical world, so you can ask more about what being a cleric even means.

You have already done an incredible thing, by opening your house and your heart to two people who needed safety and love to flourish, and by rousing your people for this when you realized that saving two people was not enough.

Yeah, painkillers will definitely work, but you shouldn't overuse them - although it will be less of a problem if you can get a Restoration for your liver afterwards. I will warn you when the time is over."

"Yup, I'll bring these people lots of warmth and healing and joy. I'm happy to give that to them. And... space, of course, as always. Now, how about enjoying some of the warmth in this home's dedicated pool room, surrounded by all this beautiful nature? Maybe you'll enjoy it with me." She starts making her way to the pool of the house, wanting to enjoy some proper relaxation.

"I can't really enjoy human sensations, I left that behind when I ascended to godhood, but I can keep you company in the pool for a while."

Cynthia decides to lie down in the pool, closing her eyes and thinking about how she'll handle other Cheliax refugees going forward. Or sending in thomassian farm and construction workers; the people on the other side probably don't eat as well or have as much living space as privileged thomassians do.

She enters the pool too.

"No, they definitely don't have enough food or space. People regularly starve to death and... I'm sorry for telling you, but I think you'd want to know. Less than two children in three reach adulthood.

That's why you are the best thing to ever happen. You can bring medicine, Combine Harvesters, better crops, hospitals, antibiotics, ...

You should get your scientists to speak to Erastil."

"Well, all that death and all that hunger, that's miserable, isn't it? But it wasn't too many generations ago when we had numbers nearly as bad. So it's just something to deal with, not something to cry over. The quicker we crush the slavers and the poverty, the better."

"You know, you could become a paladin - sacred warrior - of mine.

My teacher " - a note of sadness in Her voice - "taught me to

Never walk away
Never give up
Return again and again
No matter the cost
No matter how long it takes
Until everything is fixed
And everyone is all right

and I can see a spark of that in you.

You shouldn't - I think you'd find Sarenrae's path to be better for your soul - but you could."

"I could do many things I shouldn't! I don't do them, and I don't think I'll be doing this thing I shouldn't either. But it's auspicious that you have faith in me, and think I'd be able to be a holy warrior."

"You are a Good person, and I'll be glad to help you make the world a better place."

They stay in comfortable silence for a short while.

"You should probably go now."

Cynthia tries to go by using her brain, read to rush to take some painkillers to ease the headache. She grits her teeth as she enjoys the challenge that the pain presents and rushes for a first-aid kit to try getting some relief for her pain.

After her painkillers start to take effect, she'll notice that there is a big, fluffy dog, next to her.

Cynthia is more scared than anything else by the surprise dog. "Who are you? Wait, why would I ask a dog..."

"I'm Charlabu! The Dawnflower sent me to talk to you!"

"No she didn't. That's impossible. You can't be real. What -"