Isaac tapped the edge of the paper in front of him, letting her words settle in his head.
Avery's words sounded worse than he thought.
He'd known the world was deteriorating, but hearing it laid out like that made the situation feel heavier.
He cleared his throat.
"Alright. Let's talk about practical matters. What kind of compensation do you expect?"
Avery blinked, almost as if the question surprised her. "I don't need pay. All I ask is to be allowed to tend this land. I'll consider it a sacred duty."
"Even if it takes a long time to become the follower of this Goddess you mentioned? You'd still be okay with waiting?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation. "The Goddess' will is not mine to command. If she blesses me, it will be when she chooses. I cannot force her hand."
He nodded slowly.
That was a good answer for both of them.
It meant she wouldn't pressure him into arranging some kind of divine meeting. If such a thing was even possible.
Still, one problem remained.
