Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

you and druid are blessed, there's almost a hint of a chuckle hiding in the monotone of the gravelly voice. you must feel very lucky to have land many would kill to claim.
a lightness takes hold of him, an ease; he settles down to idly smooth over some lingering scars that run the length of his foreleg. and that's when he hears it, his key, his call to action —
i don't thank god for anything anymore.
he understood in that moment exactly why he had been called here by the higher power. these women needed his help.
he hides the shiver of excitement with a nonchalant hum, gaze lazily cutting back to the dandelion eyes. he displays curiosity, sensitivity. he seems almost hurt by the notion, as if he is simply a devout man with unshakeable faith. why is that?