Neverwinter Forest chrysanthemum

He looked at her with gratitude, his previous anxiety settling as her interest in the story was cemented. Gods of Old? he said, curious. He knew there were many gods worshipped across the lands he had travelled, numbering more than the languages he had heard, but he truly did not know much about others outside of those he paid homage to.

Yao fell silent, the warm expression on his face dropping as he was faced with the reality of her question. Had he missed his family? He could only answer with two words — I do, — the wealth of emotions that had flooded into him unable to be truly expressed in Common, or even in his mother tongue.