[Grief has its own pace, Myr knows; it has its own weight that must be borne step by aching step, and no one--especially not the grieving--knew how long the path might be. So he waits as she sizes up what's before her--the shrine, the task, the awful absence that's brought them both here--and watches her kindly without staring.
There is surely more he can do than this, he thinks. But that is something best pursued after; those are questions it is--perhaps--better not to ask directly of someone may not be used to answering them. There are those (and he recognizes himself in that mirror) who get lost when there's not a problem to be solved or a person to be aided.
It is good in its way that she takes so long to settle; it lets him think over his questions, picking carefully among them for what will be helpful rather than what's simply a matter of interest to him.]
Did Adalia have a patron of her own? [She'd never mentioned one to him; she'd spoken positively of Sarenrae but only in the context of Her closeness to Six, not in the way of one who'd experienced such communion.] And--where do the dead go, on Toril? Back to the arms of their gods?
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There is surely more he can do than this, he thinks. But that is something best pursued after; those are questions it is--perhaps--better not to ask directly of someone may not be used to answering them. There are those (and he recognizes himself in that mirror) who get lost when there's not a problem to be solved or a person to be aided.
It is good in its way that she takes so long to settle; it lets him think over his questions, picking carefully among them for what will be helpful rather than what's simply a matter of interest to him.]
Did Adalia have a patron of her own? [She'd never mentioned one to him; she'd spoken positively of Sarenrae but only in the context of Her closeness to Six, not in the way of one who'd experienced such communion.] And--where do the dead go, on Toril? Back to the arms of their gods?