"Or, I suppose, an offering. To Eos, goddess of the dawn," Aquila adds, looking up at Annie, the sunlight putting an awed sparkle in her eyes, "I make this sacrifice, every night, over and over, so that the next time I see her, she knows, that of all the places she'll touch, this one is... good."
Annie considers this, and then says "You mean Aurora."
"Excuse me?"
"You told me you were Roman. Eos is the Greek version of Aurora."
Aquila considers this. And her chipper mood turns.