Only for a moment does Celinie consider her relocation, that she is now sitting somewhere relatively safe, and mercifully not passed out on the floor. The magnitude of such kindness is not lost on her, but more pressing is this: her heart aches for what she has seen.
The Echo is never frivolous in what it chooses to lay bare, secrets of the soul prized out which are significant in some profound way. Knowing this, against the horrible thing she's witnessed tells her more than the vision alone. This generous man has been hurt, deeply. It feels almost ungenerous not to admit to having seen it at once, but she fears it would serve to wound him further.
Still, she is aghast such a thing should be done to a child of all people. As a child, she witnessed similar abuse used against the other miners, Mama and Papa included. Twisting of words to inflict pain and extend the indenture of the workers. To her child's eyes, it was bewildering to watch from the outside, incomprehensible. To have it applied to one so young is beyond reprehensible. On some level she's quite astonished, and even with knowing the evil that lurks in the hearts of man, cannot fathom why any parent would do such a thing to their own little one.
Sweet Matron, how do I tell him what I know? For she must say something. It would be unjust not to after the concern he's already shown. And she's long since learned that if she is made privy to someone's past, the gods mean for her to bring succor to them.
Her intense concern is clean writ on her face, as the spell passes and having no skill at deception in the least cannot push that away. "Thank you for your kindness, ser. Would you... stay a while and speak with me? I shan't hold you from your business long."
/wants to hug him, ok?
The Echo is never frivolous in what it chooses to lay bare, secrets of the soul prized out which are significant in some profound way. Knowing this, against the horrible thing she's witnessed tells her more than the vision alone. This generous man has been hurt, deeply. It feels almost ungenerous not to admit to having seen it at once, but she fears it would serve to wound him further.
Still, she is aghast such a thing should be done to a child of all people. As a child, she witnessed similar abuse used against the other miners, Mama and Papa included. Twisting of words to inflict pain and extend the indenture of the workers. To her child's eyes, it was bewildering to watch from the outside, incomprehensible. To have it applied to one so young is beyond reprehensible. On some level she's quite astonished, and even with knowing the evil that lurks in the hearts of man, cannot fathom why any parent would do such a thing to their own little one.
Sweet Matron, how do I tell him what I know? For she must say something. It would be unjust not to after the concern he's already shown. And she's long since learned that if she is made privy to someone's past, the gods mean for her to bring succor to them.
Her intense concern is clean writ on her face, as the spell passes and having no skill at deception in the least cannot push that away. "Thank you for your kindness, ser. Would you... stay a while and speak with me? I shan't hold you from your business long."