Noah did not know all of the inner workings of how Sohalia had lost her seat in Stormbreak, but knowing who sat there now, he knew it was not without trauma. Not willing to press an issue he had no business pressing — especially on their first meeting — he let her sad smile go with a fleeting smile of his own.
The demigod was fully expecting the reaction to his name, and was well prepared for it. Where it once would have caused his ears to turn red, he now accepted the recognition with a simple nod. There were still swirling expectations of him as Vi’s demigod, given his title, but Sohalia’s expectations seemed to be on the more positive side.
”Of course.” He said, taking the jar from her and examining it for a moment. He took in a deep breath and then let it out, as softly as he could. ”Vi does not allow anything that is half done bring him pleasure. A full jar should suffice, but I wouldn’t bring less.” He handed the woman back the jar.
If this is all the love my spirit can give
Just take it back tonight
