"I understand, Zivia. I do understand. I'm not making any demands of you to worship. I'd invite you home with me instead, to offer a cup of tea, but that has a whole different set of implications I'm not looking to make right now. Or...we could walk down to the Oak and Iron. I just want somewhere that's safe and familiar and good for talking."

He shakes his head, as serious as he's been this whole while.

"Your god, your relationship with him, it's nothing I want to step on. But if there's anything I can offer, to aid you with what rites and observances you need to make, I want to be there to help you in that way. If it's permissible for someone employed by the Temple to help?"