"I believe people have not been here for a long time until now. They usually stay away from the village themselves, so maybe they have some memory of people." What had been found around this place had been largely ruins, or abandoned houses like the villages when they'd arrived. Many of these animals seemed truly wild, unfamiliar with people, as she'd said, and in his experience, that was a rare thing anywhere people regularly went.

(Though the animals in the ruins of Carthage had been bolder than many, and there had been thousands of people there, once.)

She was the first person he'd met here who'd asked him about the gods, not as someone who didn't know his religion, but as someone who shared it, or something like it.

He shakes his head, then turns to her, his dark eyes keen and appraising. "I do not know. There are no temples I recognize here."