"Heat things up?" Lisbeth's face scrunched up. She had no idea what that meant, but if it would be useful against the Ascended, she would take any advantage she could get.
"Yes, your grace. The finer the tool, the better I will be able to wield it in the name of the Old Gods. I would be eternally grateful." More than grateful, she was, in fact, surprised that Frey had agreed to her request. She had never in her life felt so blessed.
Feeling somewhat calmer now, she moved from her prone position to simply kneeling, though she still kept her eyes lowered. Aside from fear of disrespect, she was afraid that looking too long upon the god would sear their majesty into her soul, and she didn't know if she could handle such a thing.
"Yes, your grace. The finer the tool, the better I will be able to wield it in the name of the Old Gods. I would be eternally grateful." More than grateful, she was, in fact, surprised that Frey had agreed to her request. She had never in her life felt so blessed.
Feeling somewhat calmer now, she moved from her prone position to simply kneeling, though she still kept her eyes lowered. Aside from fear of disrespect, she was afraid that looking too long upon the god would sear their majesty into her soul, and she didn't know if she could handle such a thing.
