His muscles jump under the priest's touch; the welt is still tender, and even that light pressure sends a frisson of pain down his spine. Once that soothing warmth starts to seep in, though, he can't help but relax - despite a part of him still feeling like he really shouldn't.
The question, though, gets a soft snort out of him. Somehow, it doesn't surprise him in the least that Rotund'jere would wait until now to ask that sort of question. "A goddess," he answers. "The goddess of love and sexuality, in my homeland."
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:07 am (UTC)The question, though, gets a soft snort out of him. Somehow, it doesn't surprise him in the least that Rotund'jere would wait until now to ask that sort of question. "A goddess," he answers. "The goddess of love and sexuality, in my homeland."