"Thank you," she smiles, a soft, reverent thing. A promise from the Divine is the most precious thing she could ever receive.

Inej doesn't miss the pinched expression, and she matches it with a frown of her own at his first statement. "In my experience, soldiers are always made for war," Ravka had been war-torn for longer than she'd been alive, and it wasn't any better in this world, if you asked her.

"How do you protect everything without interfering?" That sounds like a nearly insurmountable task to lay at anyone's feet.