[Join him? Her hand lifts just enough to no longer be touching, hovering hesitantly in the air for a moment. She looks around them again, and it seems like there's no immediate danger. Rialynn had come over to keep watch over him, though. Then again, with her current jobs, what is she going to do, drive a monster away with a really obnoxious ditty?]
...Sure.
[She hitches at her doeskin trousers slightly as she settles down on her knees, mimicking his posture. A glance to the side is meant to study the way he folds his arms or bows his head, but she stalls for a moment as she reads the profile of his face. What if the battle goes sour, and they never see each other again? What if it goes great and they have to return home and never see each other again? Either way, she'll lose her friend, and that ache pulls her gaze down as she swallows a dry lump in her throat.]
So, um...who do you pray to?
[She'll follow suit. She's not picky about who she worships, it's better to be safe than sorry.]
no subject
...Sure.
[She hitches at her doeskin trousers slightly as she settles down on her knees, mimicking his posture. A glance to the side is meant to study the way he folds his arms or bows his head, but she stalls for a moment as she reads the profile of his face. What if the battle goes sour, and they never see each other again? What if it goes great and they have to return home and never see each other again? Either way, she'll lose her friend, and that ache pulls her gaze down as she swallows a dry lump in her throat.]
So, um...who do you pray to?
[She'll follow suit. She's not picky about who she worships, it's better to be safe than sorry.]