Oh, she's very kind. Call me biased, but I've had no complaints from others I've met who've experienced her power in some way, even as non-believers.

[Mostly those whom he's healed, but even Jester who was steadfast in her faith in the Traveler thought the Wildmother was indeed very cool.

He considers the question, nodding in the end as he straightens up, settling on a sweet floral blend for his tea.]

The last vision I remember seeing was... a river of dark water, seemingly with no bottom. It moved through the valleys of the world and emptied into the ocean. There was a mighty forest, and the trees had eyes. I looked up, and the sky above the trees had eyes. When I looked down, I saw the springs in my home, and at the bottom of the spring, eyes. I looked to the gravestones of my family, where the flowers bloomed, and nine butterflies the likes of which I'd never seen before were drinking from them.

[He's quiet for a moment afterwards, then shakes his head, as if brushing off the effect of that memory.]

Nine, and eyes. In my journey, we've started to come across the phrasing of "eyes of nine". That can't be a coincidence, can it?