Boreal snorted her opinion of her human's anxieties from beneath the table, rolling more heavily onto his feet in an attempt to reassure him. It largely worked, thanks to the courier's familiarity with her antics and the steel toes he'd put in his boots specifically to prevent her from squishing his toes when she was feeling supportive.
The fact that Sunjata didn't laugh at him helped, too, given that Tal was trying very hard to squirm out of his own skin with discomfort. The older man's calm, quiet forthrightness was like the first breath of Halovian Deepfrost, or a well-deserved slap that stung but helped to clear his head from the spiral of anxious worry that he'd been slipping down. He gripped his bottle more tightly and bit his lip, but he didn't pull away as the Flood continued.
It was... actually really good advice. Maybe it was obvious to sex Frey's usual devotees, but to someone who'd shied away from that aspect of the god before it was something the Messenger needed to hear from someone he trusted.
"So it's... it's fine if it's just me, yeah?" he asked, the words slow as he started to wrap his head around the fact that there wasn't an alternative... or at least, not one that was likely to appease the sexiest of gods. He'd come hoping for a loophole, or at least assurance that he just needed to... to take a bubble bath at the shrine, or something. Sunjata's answer wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, but maybe... maybe it was what he'd needed to hear?
The fact that Sunjata didn't laugh at him helped, too, given that Tal was trying very hard to squirm out of his own skin with discomfort. The older man's calm, quiet forthrightness was like the first breath of Halovian Deepfrost, or a well-deserved slap that stung but helped to clear his head from the spiral of anxious worry that he'd been slipping down. He gripped his bottle more tightly and bit his lip, but he didn't pull away as the Flood continued.
It was... actually really good advice. Maybe it was obvious to sex Frey's usual devotees, but to someone who'd shied away from that aspect of the god before it was something the Messenger needed to hear from someone he trusted.
"So it's... it's fine if it's just me, yeah?" he asked, the words slow as he started to wrap his head around the fact that there wasn't an alternative... or at least, not one that was likely to appease the sexiest of gods. He'd come hoping for a loophole, or at least assurance that he just needed to... to take a bubble bath at the shrine, or something. Sunjata's answer wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, but maybe... maybe it was what he'd needed to hear?
