Faelyn lay back on the sleeping platform.
Stared at the ceiling.
Listened to Mira moving quietly about the dwelling, settling in.
The presence of another person was... comforting.
Grounding.
A reminder that she wasn't completely alone in this.
'Puffball?'
[Yeah, Fur?]
'Is she right? Are these all trials? Is this some kind of test?'
Long silence.
Longer than Puffball had ever been quiet before.
[...I honestly don't know, Fur. The system doesn't have data on divine trials. This is beyond my programming.]
'That's not comforting.'
[But she's right about one thing: you can't keep doing this alone. You need help. Real help.]
Faelyn looked toward where Mira was settling into her own sleeping area.
At the small, weathered healer who'd chosen to stay.
To protect her.
To help her.
'I know. I just... I don't know how to ask for it.'
[Maybe start by accepting the help that's already being offered?]
'That's... surprisingly wise, Puffball.'
[I have my moments, Fur.]
