Mother!
Noah looked at this unique lifeform before him, and wondered just what her future with him had actually been. Mother. Not "your mother." Mother, the way a person says it about their own.
He felt the Provenance and the power rolling through his existence, eleven suns turning in his depths, and he nodded and turned to lead the way...
And Thalia hummed, and started walking.
She crossed the grass of his Realm without waiting for him, unhurried, her bare feet finding the path between the standing stones as though she had walked it ten thousand times, and she angled toward the distant doorway with the ease of a woman going home!
Noah followed.
