"Master Steele," Saintess Ceanna said softly, her golden eyes still troubled as she considered his unbelievable confession and his even more unbelievable offer. 'This is… too much to take in at once.'
"This is a momentous decision you are asking of me," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "To sever my connection with the Radiant God… it is the foundation of my entire life, my very being."
'Of course,' Alaric thought, a hint of impatience flickering within him. 'I didn't expect her to jump into my arms immediately. But the seeds of doubt are planted. That's what matters.'
"I need a little more time, Master Steele," Ceanna said, her gaze drifting towards the horizon. "I need to see… I need to understand what my Radiant God's Nation is truly planning."
'Smart girl,' Alaric mused. 'She's not completely blinded by faith. Good. Makes things easier in the long run.'
