Demons won't let me sleep

Kerrigan allowed her vibrant turquoise gaze to settle in on Archon's facial features for a while, her liver-toned lips drawing back into a sincere smile after hearing his words. If a nephilim was so certain that she should obey to the voices in her head, then why shouldn't she? Benevolent or not, surely there was some reasoning behind why this being chose to haunt her.

The female's soft tongue slipped out and ran across her lips before words were cast out. "Archon..." Kerrigan addressed the nephilim by his true name to signify her seriousness in the upcoming proposal.

"I would like to join you on your travels to discover the source and reasoning behind the voice that calls to me and learn more of how I can be of service to the Fallen One as well as you. Would this be acceptable, sire?"