Safrin
If Safrin thinks anything at all about being called in to moderate familial drama, she gives no outwards sign of it. Instead, she appears as if breathed into life by the light of the lit candles. The room seemed to darken around them making Safrin the brightest object in the room, like a life-giving sun amidst the planets caught in her gravity and nourished by her warmth.
"Hello Amalia. It is always good to see you." The goddess says with genuine affection, before her enigmatic gave shifts towards Sam. "Samuel. What a...difficult decision you seem to have made." She says a trifle stiffly for reasons only Amalia will understand: There is nothing to be done, Amalia. Ascension is a change over which none of us have any control. The best you might hope for is the return of his soul, that he might find Mort once his life ends. She says mentally to her Shield as she smiles at Sam and nods.
"Hello Amalia. It is always good to see you." The goddess says with genuine affection, before her enigmatic gave shifts towards Sam. "Samuel. What a...difficult decision you seem to have made." She says a trifle stiffly for reasons only Amalia will understand: There is nothing to be done, Amalia. Ascension is a change over which none of us have any control. The best you might hope for is the return of his soul, that he might find Mort once his life ends. She says mentally to her Shield as she smiles at Sam and nods.
