Mmm, perhaps this is wise of you. Does your order not forbid all pleasures of mind or body, save for those which service your gods? [Alia has read old texts, religious and otherwise, and she’s gathered that many cloistered orders have a…disproportionate emphasis on self-denial.

To each their own, though, and it seems to comfort Diarmuid in this place, which Alia cannot fault him for. Without her own comforts – her frogs and her swims and those favorite guests she pesters daily – Alia doesn’t know what state she’d be in.

Humming softly, she rests her cheek on his shoulder once more.] I have seen many things, though not all with my own eyes. I carry the memories of those who came before me, you see, and their recollections are as my own.

…it is tiring, sometimes, having so many memories.