The withered woman trembled and sobbed with the grace and unintelligable vocabulary of an injured child. She quickly embraced the smaller woman, sobbing into her bosom. In that, the shaking subsided and her voice returned. "I-I'm okay now...I think." She pulled back and looked into the halfling's eyes with pain in her own. "It was like, growing pains...in reverse. Multiplied..." she inhaled deeply and swallowed hard. Her mortal shell was clearly not conditioned to host a god, not even briefly.