Cross- Bare
It was late when the Thanagarian kneels at the steps of his tower.
Doctor Fate had seen many things. The winged woman from a planet on the other side of the universe didn't faze him in the slightest.
Shayera Hol had an aura of grief and sorrow. She had untreated wounds along with what appeared to be ripped out feathers. Her eyes, filled with tears, had bags under them, and her once beautiful hair contained numerous mats and burrs.
He let the door open.
The lost soul wandered through the foyer. She tugged on what was left of her top and called out to him.
"I didn't know where else to go."
He appeared beside her in a gleaming cross. Shayera let her head fall and dropped her shoulders.
"What do you seek here child of Thanagar?"
Shayera paused. Her forehead wrinkled in thought. She figured he wouldn't leave her out in the cold but when it came to what she wanted from him she had no ideas.
"Sanctuary." He nodded but knew she had more to say. "I am not ready to return to the old gods but I need safety, I need trust, I need… I need…" She sighed and turned away from him.
"I need forgiveness."