As Maea started recounting the tale that had prompted her to confront the Voice, Amun pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's not what I..." But she was already off, and he let his own words trail off as he settled in to listen.
When she finished, he sighed. "You've told me that story before," he reminded her with a chuckle. Reaching out, he gave her shoulder a squeeze. "All I was asking was why you thought it was a good idea to provoke a being that could squash you without trying." Snorting, he shook his head. "We really need to work on your conversational skills when it comes to spirits and gods."
When she finished, he sighed. "You've told me that story before," he reminded her with a chuckle. Reaching out, he gave her shoulder a squeeze. "All I was asking was why you thought it was a good idea to provoke a being that could squash you without trying." Snorting, he shook his head. "We really need to work on your conversational skills when it comes to spirits and gods."
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