Yes, you are quite right. To spread hope, one must hold it within one’s heart.

[Meteion and her sisters had been reminded of hope, enough to bring them back from the very brink of despair and nothingness, but hope was a flame that burned brighter with more kindling. Venat would provide that, if she could.]

I will gladly teach you, little one- I only hope that I can honor his memory in doing so.

[For the loss of Hermes was a tragic one, indeed, a tale that still weighed heavily upon her heart.]

You know of this world’s many reflections, yes?