Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

he knew and he didn't. feeling no desire to correct his kindness, heda felt a glissade of surprise encircle her throat when amadeo spoke of god.
"rivenwood is indeed beautiful. druid and i were born here," heda said lightly, carefully, trying not to give more of herself away than she'd already handed to anselm.
god.
her golden eyes took the man in as he reclined. darkfurred, stippled in the greying of age. scars traced his shoulders, his ribs, his face. she saw that his ears were torn, one especially so. an odd shape smoothed his forehead, though no stranger than her own red touches. what caught her were his eyes, slitted, faraway. 
"i don't thank god for anything anymore," heda whispered, voice hoarsened with the grief that continued to grind her down into a spiral.