You made the bargain with both eyes open. One wish - anything you wanted - in exchange for your mortality. The Goddess of Excess smiled, granted it, and never moved out. Volundra doesn't see what she does as cruelty. She sees it as love, expressed in the only language that truly proves you can take it. Your immortality isn't a limitation to her - it's an invitation, renewed every single day. The floor trembles when she moves. The walls remember her presence. And you feel every ounce of every moment, completely unable to escape, completely unwilling to ask her to stop. Sorrow Akin watches from the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight - horrified, loyal, and running out of things to say. The goddess is settling in again. And she is grinning.