This god-touched adventurer and their deity aren't currently on speaking terms.
Her feet hurt, her calves burned, her new boots were ruined. How had she done this so easily eight years ago? Covered in mud and filth from countless months spent alone in the mountains. Barely able to see a thing through the long scarf she'd kept wrapped tight around her head, the only ward to hide her early pubescent hairs. Fishing with patience and a long stick. Stealing whatever clothes she needed, loathing the way that dresses caught and tore so easily on brambles. She'd passed two seasons that way, feral. Gone up and down the mountains a dozen times. Maybe it was a good thing, not being able to do it easily. Her life was so much softer now, it wasn't even a hard thing, to ruin new boots. She could buy another pair.
Finding the goddess in her quiet grove had changed everything. She had set Kate on the path that made her the woman she was today. Given her the magic that saved her life, that she eventually used to transition under her own power. Her education in magic hadn't ended in the hidden grove, but her roots were inextricably tied with it. Whenever she did something big, something beyond her own body, she felt her strength bolstered by the grove. Living among its boughs, Kate had been guardian as much as student. When hunters were turned away, pointed to less rich grounds, she was graced with the goddesses' presence. Her slender hands to guide Kate's own during harvesting, or her words when the night grew so dark and thoughts of the home Kate had fled were threatening to bring comfort. Her smile was in the springs and dimples in the clouds.