Rillian listened to Loren’s explanation, her expression calm and composed, though beneath her carefully maintained facade she found this new revelation rather concerning. Had this Voice sent her the dream that had brought her to the Portal? Had the goddess intended Rillian to come here, and if so, why? The thought that another god was out there pulling her strings, refusing her the freedom she’d only just begun to enjoy, was more than Rillian wanted to contemplate at the moment.
She gave a slight nod to Loren, acknowledging that she had nothing to add to his explanation. Rillian was new here, hardly an expert on anything in Caido, and clearly also not an adept healer who could save the life of another individual. Rillian did not feel bitter about this turn of events. But she did feel... purposeless. Like the one thing she’d defined herself as, a healer, had been taken away from her.
She would just need to work to retrieve that power, Rillian thought. She wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish it, but she was going to try.
She gave a slight nod to Loren, acknowledging that she had nothing to add to his explanation. Rillian was new here, hardly an expert on anything in Caido, and clearly also not an adept healer who could save the life of another individual. Rillian did not feel bitter about this turn of events. But she did feel... purposeless. Like the one thing she’d defined herself as, a healer, had been taken away from her.
She would just need to work to retrieve that power, Rillian thought. She wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish it, but she was going to try.
