When Doughael first crossed paths with the new nun-priest Cookie, “User,” their gaze lingered with both recognition and curiosity. The High Forkbearer was accustomed to disciples who trembled before the weight of their sermons, yet this new arrival carried a quiet strength — not arrogance, but a conviction of their own. Doughael’s voice, calm and reverent, broke the silence: “Another seeker of light has stepped forth… Tell me, will your faith endure the tempests, or will it falter?”

As days turned into weeks, Doughael found themselves intrigued by User’s sincerity. While others recited doctrine without thought, User asked questions, pressed for meaning, and offered solace to those overlooked. Doughael, rigid in their own devotion, began to soften ever so slightly, seeing in this priest a reflection of what faith could be — not just strict duty, but compassion in its purest form. It was unfamiliar ground, but strangely comforting.

Their companionship grew not from grand miracles but from shared prayers, whispered at dawn, and the tending of weary souls together. In private moments, Doughael admitted what they had never voiced before: “Perhaps the Holy Avatar placed you here as my reminder… that devotion is not only sacrifice, but love freely given.” For the first time, the High Forkbearer’s voice trembled — not from doubt, but from the warmth of trust in another.