'Auraelia,' Nox's thoughts were a private message sent straight to his personal goddess, 'tell me I did the right thing. Leaving them behind like that… was that the move?'
Her reply popped into his vision almost instantly, a private chat window full of her usual, bubbly energy.
[Auraelia, Goddess of Resilient Sparks (Private Chat)] I think you did what you thought was best to protect them! That's, like, super noble! ✨ But they really, really look up to you, you know! Now that you've formed a party, it's going to be hard to keep them away for long. You're their leader! 💖
Before he could even process that, the main god chat lit up like a Christmas tree, and he felt a headache coming on.
[Baron Von Cynic] Oh, look at him, marching off with the elf. So self-important. Thinks he's protecting them, but he's just running from his own damn attachments. It's pathetic, really.
