Save them all.
"The Loa are not toys to be played with, cherie. They are gods to be respected and worshipped… and for a smart girl like you, some of them should be feared." Kendall listened carefully as her mother tossed a few different herbs into the mortar and began the slow process of grinding it down with a special pestle. "There is a Loa for everything in life and you make sure you honor them properly." The six year old sat with her legs folded beneath her, perched on the counter in the back room of her mother's little shop. Kendall lived for these moments, when her mother would tell her of the world that some chose to ignore.
"Mama, what are you mixing up?" Her mother's hands stopped their work to cup her daughters face in them. The smile on her features so full of love Kendall could feel it. "Too many people forget that the world can only give so much, and without the help of the Loa's, I fear we will burn this world to cinder and wonder where we went wrong." Ken nodded as she followed along, "So… you're making a present for the Loas so they will help us?" Her mother looked so proud even though she shook her head, "No, ma petite, I am making a present to apologize for the damage and thank them for the help they have already given us. The best way to ask for help with this is to do something about it." The soft smile her mother gave her after that stayed with her, motivated her, and gave her strength as she fought to save the world people had forgotten to care about.