[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Good advice meant very little, he supposed, if not taken; he’d had heaps of those experiences too. He nodded, figuring she’d work through the portions at some point – because the gods might be able to give her direction too, if she was willing to grant them her loyalty, her willingness to strive. She certainly wasn’t incapable, but the deities might be a way of grounding, of planting roots when everything else felt flimsy, unknown, or chaotic. But time was of the essence now, at least for him, and one glance towards the horizon and the direction of the sun in the far-off distance assured the Sword he needed to head back to the Citadel to conduct the rest of his business. I need to head home now. Thank you for help on the patrol, with a slight indulgence of good humor through the bond – she probably hadn’t been aware that’s what he’d been conducting in the first place. Good luck with your endeavors. From there, he swooped onward, back towards the Citadel. [FIN] the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left