The sentiment impressed her. What she knew of the workings of the gods fell in line with his own, allowing worship before actually stepping in to help. But rather than be troubled by their silence, he moved forward and forged his own way. It was something she could appreciate and understand.

"I hope you have more success than failure." It was said softly. The village was becoming clearer through the treeline. In the distance, she could see the mill and the river. Everything seemed so calm and gentle, fitting for the company she had at her side.