Hera looks to the doll in Wrema's hands, and needs a moment to catch her breath. She takes that moment to do another glance around - but the passersby don't seem interested in them, or the shop, and no one looks close enough to hear them.

She crouches down again, to be level with Wrema, her eyes now back on the doll. "They fought sometimes, to protect others. But they also did many other things. They could be healers, and teachers. Mostly, they were meant to help others."