[Her gaze cuts to him curiously, but she lets him finish his thoughts. She has learned, these many years, that it is easier to hold a sort of conversation with him if she embraces the patience she has worked so hard to hone. The short answer is that no, she does not believe him. But that would be too easy an avenue to end this encounter.
So she mulls for a few moments, considering how best to keep him going.]
I do appreciate it. [And she sounds honest. Though it took a while, she now knows she cannot force anything out of any god. Each has their own domain, their own ideas of what it means to be divine, and there is little she can do to change that. Occupational hazard, as it is.
She continues:]
Would you tell me of the last prayer you answered?
[She's curious as to what the mortals pray to him for. Her own domain is a little more straightforward than his.]
no subject
So she mulls for a few moments, considering how best to keep him going.]
I do appreciate it. [And she sounds honest. Though it took a while, she now knows she cannot force anything out of any god. Each has their own domain, their own ideas of what it means to be divine, and there is little she can do to change that. Occupational hazard, as it is.
She continues:]
Would you tell me of the last prayer you answered?
[She's curious as to what the mortals pray to him for. Her own domain is a little more straightforward than his.]