[ It is intended personal, judging from the slightly gentle tone Loxley lets enter his voice, but certainly not so much that he feels as though he shouldn't ask. ]

Hm, [ spake the idiot melee fighter, ] that's good.

[ Is it good? It sounds good. ]

I should've thought to inquire sooner, really, so I'm sorry for not doing so. [ A beat, and then he adds; ] Perhaps you just need to pray extra loudly, or something.