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[nonvenomous]

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[sulahnan]

[ That pause is hard to miss. The renewed intent when he resumes cutting the pie. There's no telling if it'd be more helpful, more comforting, for her to simply pretend she didn't notice, or if she should offer some further consolation than that.

So she splits the difference, somewhat. She reaches over to put a hand on his shoulder, a brief pat and squeeze before pointing skyward again with her other hand. ]

That one there, Silence, we see as a depiction of Mythal, holding a horn and a staff to represent scales, since she's the Great Protector and patron of justice.

[nonvenomous]

[ Dick doesn’t bristle or grit his jaw or lean away from her touch. The ball and socket of his shoulder eases lax after an initial lock of tension; he swallows again, and nudges the bite of pie he just so carefully cut away from the rest of the slice without taking it.

He doesn’t look up to follow Athessa’s pointed finger skywards until it’s occurred to him to set the knife carefully down. ]

What happened to Mythal?

[ Seems like she’s really sleeping on the job these days. ]

[sulahnan]

She was killed by the other gods in their lust for power.

[ Turns out human nature applies to just about everyone. ]