Better than you might imagine...

Abigail has been walking steadily for about three minutes now, ever since you said 'Why back to that village of course!' and as you make your pronouncement about how she is going to cease being celibate and become the mother of the children of a GOD she stops dead, looks right at the 'giant mosquito' through which you are observing her at the moment, and smiles beatifically.

Miss Abigail Winchester is not a particularly attractive woman for an adventurer. She has small breasts, bulging muscles, and a huge fat ass that shows she has spent a lot of time in the saddle over the past 18 years or so of her life. Her face also is plain, with eyes that don't quite match in size and a nose which clearly has been broken about ten times too many: but when she SMILES, it's like it lights up the world.

"When do we start?" Abigail asks, looking back to the path but with a saucy and musical note to her voice, which you, god of vermin, who live in muck and would not know music if it bit them on the ass, find oddly compelling. You hate to have to let her down, but you are a god, and can only lie by omission or misdirection.

Unfortunately not soon, in a sense, and in another sense we already have. You intone like the singing of a swarm of locusts during mating season. I have expended the power to alter your intrinsic field allowing you to accept my ministrations and bear my children already, but the body I will claim for my physical avatar for this process lies about 50 miles east of here, and there is no straight path from here to there, you will have to go north, then east, and around south again to reach him, making it a trip of about 200 miles in total, because these jungle paths are winding and twisty and what should be a trip of about 80 miles to get around the volcano will be belabored excessively by game trials that are laid out seemingly deliberately to make travel difficult.

"Wait, I can get there faster if I go over the volcano?" She says with a grin like a cat that just ate the canary.

Yeeess...? You manage.

"RIGHT!" Abigail says and turns directly east, casting a 25th Circle spell to allow her to fly for the next eight hours and sailing off between the trees.