Carver watched the man walk off in spite of himself. "Hmm... some things it's best not to know."

He turned to sit on a nearby tree stump, regarding Alula quizzically. "So, how does that work, milady? If you don't mind me asking? Are you an oracle, or just particularly intuitive?" In the monastery, he'd heard some stories of oracles - priests and channelers who could predict things that had not yet come to pass. His knowledge on the subject was limited, however, due to the fact that such miracles were generally the providence of night-time deities, the followers of whom the Crusaders that had trained Carver got along with... poorly (rather like rival groups of school-children.)

Carver wasn't sure that was what he was seeing now, but it seemed a good start, especially given her vague reference to the moon, earlier. He felt a sudden stab of worry that the question might send her into another panic - being the vessel to some future-telling power seemed rather like the sort of thing someone might get antsy about. "I'm just making small talk while we wait, of course. Don't feel obligated to give me an answer."