~There. Now let’s see what I can do for you. Tell me, daughter. Do you enjoy your half-crippled state?~ If Kali had been a mortal woman, Kalima would have guessed she would have been eying her leg the same way her mother would look at a messy room. ~I can mend your body if you wish. Raiment, for a goddess, means more than the clothes you wear. I can alter your very flesh. Wouldn’t you prefer to walk on two good legs, as the gods intended?~
Kalima swallowed, then frowned. She knew that the gifts of the gods often came with two edges. “What is the cost?”
~The cost? You have already paid it. Do you think I am a transient in your mind, my daughter? No. Accident or not, you and I will be together for a very long time. So we might as well make the most of it. You’re not one I would have chosen
