[Gale's expression turns rather more somber as he listens, his smile fading even as his attention never wavers— he watches Godfrey as he answers him with intent, with patience, wishing to offer the same understanding that their de-facto leader has offered him so many times now. He takes another measured sip of his drink, his gaze momentarily lingering on the way the low light catches against the very outline of Godfrey's features.
That he was a widower wasn't entirely surprising, though they had never discussed it in detail.]
I imagine it must have been so. I did not know for certain if you were a widower, but you have mentioned that you are Iltha's only remaining family. I confess, I assumed as much.
[It was, in fact, one of the myriad reasons why Gale had convinced himself his interests were inappropriate— even if he weren't considering the amount of danger he would put someone in, given the disastrous consequences of his own actions and the burden he now bore.]
As someone who has come to both respect and depend upon your leadership, I'm afraid the church may not have realized what they had. I suppose they might have lacked a certain sense of pragmatism.
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That he was a widower wasn't entirely surprising, though they had never discussed it in detail.]
I imagine it must have been so. I did not know for certain if you were a widower, but you have mentioned that you are Iltha's only remaining family. I confess, I assumed as much.
[It was, in fact, one of the myriad reasons why Gale had convinced himself his interests were inappropriate— even if he weren't considering the amount of danger he would put someone in, given the disastrous consequences of his own actions and the burden he now bore.]
As someone who has come to both respect and depend upon your leadership, I'm afraid the church may not have realized what they had. I suppose they might have lacked a certain sense of pragmatism.