[Lenore goes with him, numb and unresisting, moving without thought. She sits again, grateful for the space, for the fresh air now moving through the valley, the sense that all is normal again and nothing out of the ordinary occurred here.]

Almost makes one miss the kind of absent gods whose presence is only ever felt through the petty cruelties of power-hungry fanatics.

[She's aware that's probably too close to home, a sensitive subject for them both and more so for him, and yet she has to voice the thought.]

Everything that we so recently lived through back home, and all I can think is how much more horrifying it all would have been, one way or another, if our world had the ability to summon gods like that.

[Things can be summoned, certainly. Demons and horrors and night creatures. And yet none of them have ever had even a modicum of the presence of the sentience that just feasted on a human sacrifice in front of them.

She knows, at the very least, that she can depend upon Adrian's desire to prevent the various sorts of things that led to the deaths of his parents. She just doesn't have the first idea about what the two of them should do in this particular case.]