( What is it like? Metia gives it some thought before she answers, considering -- there are no cults dedicated to her, no centers of worship. Just heartfelt pleas made in anguish and hopelessness. And Metia answers them in whatever way she can, desperate to keep them safe.

So she knows what she is, the answer easy once she has come to it: )

I am their sword. Their vengeance, or the blade to cut away the parts of themselves they cannot survive so that they can heal free of the burdens forced upon them.

( It is true that some think of her as a woman of domesticity, considering that Metia is happy to play at something akin to a mortal family with her husband and her son. And she is -- she loves them so completely she does not know what she would be without them. And it is that love that she uses to temper her sword.

To help where no one else can. )