When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
Her lips raise in a sneer, disgusted by the mention of a goddess other than Dygra. "Ew. I bet that was painful." More than just the near death. She's been healed by a spirit before, one that felt like the warmest rainfall, soaking into her skin and the invisible wounds beneath. Pathetic. It's not her favorite memory - for multiple reasons - but she imagines Asta's experience was worse having it done by another deity, so she doesn't pry.
That doesn't mean she's above pestering him about avoiding injury, and Thal's grin sharpens, satisfied with the answer and the extra means of protection it will ultimately provide him. "Good. I've been meaning to pay her a visit myself. Let me know if you need any help with the quest."
Their easy conversation continues to flow - the banter light and unsuspecting of the coming struggles of Leafchange - until they part for journeys and welcoming seas with a healthy amount of rum in their systems.
[FIN]
That doesn't mean she's above pestering him about avoiding injury, and Thal's grin sharpens, satisfied with the answer and the extra means of protection it will ultimately provide him. "Good. I've been meaning to pay her a visit myself. Let me know if you need any help with the quest."
Their easy conversation continues to flow - the banter light and unsuspecting of the coming struggles of Leafchange - until they part for journeys and welcoming seas with a healthy amount of rum in their systems.
[FIN]
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
