[It would be so easy to crush his neck like this. His frail windpipe under her hand would crumble easier than a stick of compressed charcoal. Such a simple thing it would be to end his life. However Aphaea is not in the business of killing mortals. No, the whole reason why she stays isolated on this island is because she wants to protect them.

As long as they praise her, of course.

But it's been so long since she has had a companion. Years and years of being stuck in this temple have left her bored and lonely for company — which is why the towns harvest didn't do so well. Her mood has influenced the growth (or lack thereof) of the plants, and this year it wasn't much of a good influence.]

I would not go as far as to say I need you. Wouldn't it be more accurate that you need me?

[Look, she's a goddess. She has an ego that needs to be stroked.]