Despite herself, despite everything - the glory unfurled before her, the wonder of the waking land, the feeling of undeniable divinity before her - Erin blushes high on her cheeks at the compliment, at those warm hands holding hers. "You should see me when I've got the clothes I like," she demurs, 'looking' away with the tiniest smile. "...But no, I wasn't made for Spring. I was made to be the Thing-That-Hates, but...I did choose the waking land. And. She chose me back."