Qeya River heavy like a stone, waiting for the river to run

"I am," she says, embarrassed her tone could have come off so uninvested. Although. "Or rather, I am invested in my companions; their ideas are theirs." Phocion's religion, after all, is not hers, nor does she have interest in being converted. Phocion's company is her sought after prize. The river where she stands does not feel treacherous and so after a moment the priestess lowers herself, crouching and letting the water lap gently at her belly. It is soothing. "Silvertip Mountain," she answers Dawn's other question, offering a smile. "It's alluring in its own way. Worth sticking around for now," she adds, a touch teasing once again, owning the callout against her (after all the other woman is not entirely wrong.)