[the sight of what should be an altercation raises his anxiety for a moment, though he knows it shouldn't. not here, not with Rukkhadevata. but still, he steps forward toward the rod, pausing at the sound of Dohalim's voice. it's followed soon after by Rukkhadevata's, and some things fall into place.
the corruption, then; it's no wonder he said nothing when he woke. his first surprise is to hear her call it by name, something he hadn't realised that it... well, had. and it isn't a name like one of the Helganquil - but that's not really an important thought for now. instead, he turns to listening to their argument, moving slowly into view to the God herself. he trusts her, even with Dohalim, and hey - there's always a small chance he'll manage to pick up better ways to converse with the Renan, to help him more. he can interject when it feels right between them.]
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the corruption, then; it's no wonder he said nothing when he woke. his first surprise is to hear her call it by name, something he hadn't realised that it... well, had. and it isn't a name like one of the Helganquil - but that's not really an important thought for now. instead, he turns to listening to their argument, moving slowly into view to the God herself. he trusts her, even with Dohalim, and hey - there's always a small chance he'll manage to pick up better ways to converse with the Renan, to help him more. he can interject when it feels right between them.]