High above, Ethan watched the exchange with his hand hovering, uncommitted, over an option that had appeared the moment Cael crossed through the gate.
[Divine Translation may be extended to a non-affiliated individual.]
[Cost: 12 Faith Points.]
[Warning: This creates a partial, non-binding bond. Effects are reversible only under specific conditions.]
Twelve points were nothing, against a treasury that had grown steadily fat on a season of trust and roads and harvests. He could afford it without blinking.
But he didn't press it.
Not yet, he thought, watching Kael and Cael trade halting gestures across a low table, watching Sorel turn journal pages he couldn't read with the patience of a man who'd learned, decades ago, that some mysteries opened slowly or not at all.
If I hand them a shortcut now, I never find out whether they'd have found the long way there themselves. And the long way tells me more about him than any blessing would.
