"What a pretty child…" The Goddess whispered as she walked over to Myra. Her pale, slender hand raised so only her fingertips touched Myra's cheek. She lightly drug the chilled tips down to her jaw, making Myra look up into her eyes. The tear trails on her cheeks glittered in the fire light. "Such a pure soul… no secrets… no lies… such a pretty child." She whispered as her eyes searched Myra's eyes. Nothing could hide from her prying, and honestly Myra was too surprised to try. "Yes, child, I can help your Grandmother… it is mere child's play. However I can no do that without a price. Unlike my brother, there are limits to what I can do on a whim." The Reaper Goddess explained softly. She moved her hand to the other side and continued to touch Myra's face.