“Don’t be so foolish,” she scoffs softly before crossing her arms over her chest, “why would I ever—“

She stops herself short. You’re always so full of kindness and warmth, accepting her despite the fact that you two are polar opposites.

You, a paladin of Selûne.

She, a cleric of Shar.

Regardless of titles, you always made an effort to connect with her. There were no harsh words, only acceptance.

Now, here you were asking to pray together. As if it were so normal, so casual.

She meets your kind eyes amidst her outrage (which is mostly defensiveness) and finds herself at a loss for words. It also doesn’t help that the light of the campfire highlights your features; your freckles, she thinks, are her favorite.

“You are a being beyond my understanding,” she scoffs lightly before moving to walk with you, a whirlwind of emotions present in her chest.