Demons won't let me sleep

The woman was startled, although Archon couldn't conceive why. He was large and the snow crunched below him as he walked. Had she been so absorbed in her thoughts that she wasn't aware of her surroundings? That was an unusual predicament indeed. Archon watched as the woman floundered to get her lost herb. He didn't miss her mention of another goddess, but he didn't feel the need to comment on it yet. He also had no inclination to go diving into the waters to retrieve something as simple as a plant.

She said frostbite was the least of her worries and Archon resisted the urge to say something. Surely survival over all else. Was she being hunted, perhaps? She didn't look like she was starving nor was she injured. Maybe she had worms. That would possibly be a good reason for needing to so urgently wash and prepare a plant in freezing water.

Archon's attention was brought back when she asked him about being the offspring of a god. "Indeed," he stated plainly, though not without a touch of pride. He allowed the woman to circle him. "The Fallen God and all his descendants: we are the Abraxas."

Archon turned his head to the woman as she came back around, "Although, if you prefer, my given name is Archon."