He was, as always, willing to wait for her to think through her answer, and to hear her out once she had begun. However her words made him feel, he kept his face still, holding his thoughts within to give Maea the space she needed to put her belief into words. Whether or not they were the words he wanted to hear mattered not at all when she was gracious enough to answer his question with honesty.
When she had finished he drew a breath in through his nose and let it out slowly, watching the fires that danced around her face and hair and that sent flashes of light scattering from the reflective black stone that made the Cathedral.
"Who do you know who has not caused hurt to others?" he asked at last, his voice quieter, perhaps a little softer, but holding a genuine curiosity as to how she measured being a purveyor of disaster.
When she had finished he drew a breath in through his nose and let it out slowly, watching the fires that danced around her face and hair and that sent flashes of light scattering from the reflective black stone that made the Cathedral.
"Who do you know who has not caused hurt to others?" he asked at last, his voice quieter, perhaps a little softer, but holding a genuine curiosity as to how she measured being a purveyor of disaster.
