[She lets him have his silence, taking a moment to consider, too, her hot chocolate - a little less hot, now. She takes a sip, then raises her eyes again. Uncertain though she is what's on his mind, he seems a bit preoccupied with it, and she's not about to disturb him. She will, however, study him a little as she waits.]

[Her own opinion on the gods is... rather lukewarm. In that, too, her patience plays a part. (She's had worse captors.)]

Yes, let's. [Her agreement is wholehearted, but calm.] It was an awful thing to do. [For a variety of reasons.] But at least he seems to have calmed down. There hasn't been anything like that from him since. [....] Now that I think about it, the gods as a whole seem to have become more... [She hesitates a moment, trying to find the right word.] ... serious about things. Not the ones who came to the city a little while ago, but-- the ones that have always been here.