Tale as Old as Time

"As new as I am to this world, even I find myself becoming almost... used to having prayers answered." It was a thoughtful, bemused realization. "But perhaps back then, before the barrier and the war, it was more similar to my world. Deities you never doubted, but who rarely interacted with mortals on a personal level. Or perhaps they've always been this way." He shrugged ruefully. "I don't know that finding out would necessarily do us any good, but I admit to being terribly curious." It would be the end of him someday.

Sam's assurance was met with a small bow from his chair, and the offer of the plate of biscuits. "You're too kind," he murmured. "Though let's hope it never comes to that. At least I could splint you up like I did Rexanna during LongNight, but I'd feel terrible about not being able to Heal you immediately." There was nothing more frustrating than helplessness when a friend was hurt, though his mind, too, shied away from the painful truth that they might not be on the same side.

Damn the Voice anyways.

The bard frowned slightly, nodding at the mention of Evie and Amalia's new relationship as well. "That's a tricky situation. I wonder if it would help if you and Amalia told Evie together? Though I suppose I can't really think of a 'right' way to let her know, anymore than there seems to be a 'wrong' way... short of tacking it to the Notice Board and letting her find out that way," he joked wryly.