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He smirked at her questions.
"I have every confidence they will. We can provide them offerings to put us in their favour."
At least that's what he had gathered.
"I take the fallen birds to the altar, as well as some food for Sithis and Mephala to share."
He always liked to thin of the altar like a table. Mephala and Sithis dine together on the offerings given.
He was sure they would be smiled upon for remembering them.
Despite them not being Melonii by blood.
Probably.

Her second question came then, and he certainly couldn't answer it with as much conviction.
"Well...I'm hoping that if we make enough friends here...we will be fine! And I doubt she'll come this far east anyway," he grinned, hoping to make her feel safe. He didn't want her living the life he had already.
"I won't let her either," he confirmed. Sharing another smile with her. What would he do without her?