Noctisardor Bypass goddess of the hunt

Her ears both fell backward when he mentioned Kaertok in passing. "No," she murmured in agreement, pondering his prior statement for a beat before saying, "She told me that if I paid homage, I would become a more successful hunter. I don't really know what that means. Do you?" She had an inkling, helped along by that special brand of inherent knowledge within the dream. But Haunt didn't know what it meant in practice...

...in case she wanted to do that: practice. "It couldn't hurt, could it—to pay this homage, I mean? What if it really did help me become a more successful hunter?" There were few things closer to Haunt's heart than hunting. She would do almost anything to become a better one. Paying homage didn't seem like a particularly steep price, though of course she didn't have much clue.

But maybe Vex did. She looked to her brother, catching his eye. A soft smile of gratitude was given for humoring her and not poking fun. All of this might sound so random and ridiculous, Haunt realized. Yet he looked as serious as heart attack, which meant a lot to the pale ghost.