An answer had not been expected, at least. He had no great boon to ask, no quest to seek blessings for. He had not needed the direct intervention of the gods this time, but had only sought to give thanks where it was due. Too often, he knew, he prayed out of desire or need, seeking knowledge or guidance or something more tangible. Too little did he pray simply to offer gratitude for what he had already received, acknowledging the Powers of Caido for the gifts they gave to more than just him. He was not the only one who was recovering, he knew, but many of those who had also born the weight of that nightmare were dear to him, and his thanks were not just for his own recovery but theirs as well. The Greatwood, too, was a place he would never wish to see sickened and dying in the way that it had become.
He prayed in solitude until the candles burned down to stubs. The shadows were lengthening by then, and he deftly cleaned the wax away but left the other offerings in place. Another time, when his hands were steadier, he would return to offer music to Arduinna, but for this day he simply tidied up around the Shrine and then began making his slow way home again, thoughtful in the silence but taking a core of serenity with him that would last through the night to come.
He prayed in solitude until the candles burned down to stubs. The shadows were lengthening by then, and he deftly cleaned the wax away but left the other offerings in place. Another time, when his hands were steadier, he would return to offer music to Arduinna, but for this day he simply tidied up around the Shrine and then began making his slow way home again, thoughtful in the silence but taking a core of serenity with him that would last through the night to come.
