Following her gaze to the jaw, Nate's mouth curved up in a smile. May have at that, Miss.

Ears pricked intently as she spoke. Nate had reason to be skeptical of spiritual guides, much as he acquiesced to the importance of them. Seeing stories in the stars — sure, it attracted true believers.

But — sometimes, a lot of time, it brought in power-hungry opportunists, too. Pulpit spitters, eager for the right to judge and the power to command the masses, holding their very souls like a choking lasso. Spurring them into a froth.

Sheauga admitted to ignorance. Acknowledged nuance. She seemed too free a spirit to be caged, and from her reply, he didn't think she'd be the type to cage others, either. Maybe there had been a test in how readily he offered her the role. And if so, maybe she'd passed it.

Well then, sounds like we'd be lucky to have you join them. I'd be glad to welcome you to Tsiskwa.