Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

why hadn't she shown fear in her eyes?
it had his tongue come to glean his bottom lip, a sudden paradox of what he perceived the world as. he was not a religious man— this much he knew, but in the moment, he could humor her.
no. he said. it was the truth. he heard nothing but the muffled tone of her voice, casting upon the opposite ear whilst the other cupped against cool, chilling stone.
what do you hear? he'd been surrounded by women in his lifetime, priestesses and women of faith, but he'd never understood their rapt necessity to speak with gods, with spirits. he'd never heard their calls, or simply, they never answered his.