Wheeling Gull Isle i'm growing and it hurts

There were questions that Droman had, but that he knew ought not be asked. He wondered why Maegi's mother didn't like her, and if the feeling were mutual. He wondered why they worshipped such a dark god, and if it was one that Maegi still believed in. It occurred to Droman then that if he were raised the same way that she had been, he might revere their pantheon, too.

Of course I don't, Droman assured her, giving another small nudge to her shoulder. I think that you're very nice, actually. And smart. But I don't know you very well. Well, You don't know me, either, Droman laughed, thinking about how quickly the two of them had become friends (in his eyes, at least).