i have a priestess at home

My other character esploded so I kinda forgot Nerian, until one of the character’s over there said this

"I'll take requests, though. Salt water fish? Horizon Ridge sand? Maybe I'll send one of the newbies in to try their luck with that psychotic Viking wolf they've got prowling the borders.." Her expression suggested that this was said mostly in jest.

my eyes went wide and I said to myself SHI......... ugh... I’m so sorry

With her head still turned from him, her trembling started anew but this time not from fear but of withheld emotions. Her words bellied a strength she didn’t feel as she spoke yet again of a god he’d never understand I didn’t want that because I was happy with being a Cleric, a Priestess. Happy keeping myself whole, pure and untainted for a god that loves all beings through me..... She didn’t realized she had said was

Slowly she relaxed her upheld paw settled toward the earth, then Ragnar drew closer to her. “I will protect you, Priestess.” and finally the stoic wolf broke. When he touched her to comfort her he’d feel below her pelt raised scars, hidden by careful healing work on her skin and pelt. She turned he head into his shoulder and sobbed.

She cried because her feeling toward her god were mixed, she cried because for the things Váli had done to her, she cried becuase she wanted to lie to her body and her feelings. her tears wetted his pelt she felt useless and ruined, and broken soul so far from redemption that she would never again see ‘the light’ she cried becuase she wanted to believe him, but she couldn’t for he had left her there and she had suffered for it. in more ways then was mentionable.