To find forgiveness in the weeds
"...Oh. And...I'm alright?" He hoped the Voice would tell him if he wasn't, but Sam had always been a naturally anxious person and was already wondering if he had some kind of horrible secret Ascended disease.
The pulse of affection made him smile and looked down to the ground, a mix of happiness and shame in him at that moment, guilt for having hurt the Goddess that could love him so easily and willingly. "I'm glad you understand. I feel strange, without being able to be invisible or without my shield." Both had made him feel much more secure in the world, and without them he felt almost as if there was a target on his back.
The task that she delivered to him was not one he was expecting, and while he was glad it was not a physical challenge, he was still somewhat dreading it. Enforced socialising was not Sam's forte. But he couldn't complain. "..I can do that." He promised, nodding.
