Alula fiddled her thumbs anxiously, watching Carver casually sit down on the tree stump. Was she supposed to sit down too? Was that appropriate? A calming voice recomposed her, telling her that she could remain standing and that there was no need for her to sit in the grass and dirty her robes. And yet Alula still looked bothered, gnawing on her lip. She tugged her hat down over her eyes. 

Could the paladin be trusted? Would he understand? Did she even understand? She shook despite the warmth of the air. Voices screamed to her, telling her that the man was a monster of the sun and was a danger to her. She should keep herself quiet, it was the only way to keep herself safe. 

And yet his intent was still gentle. He added that he didn't need an answer. That she didn't feel like she needed to give an answer. She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to calm her shaking. She attempted to speak, but her voice came out much weaker then she intended.   

"Y-yes...an oracle of sorts. The girl was an oracle. But...how it...works..." She paused, tugging the hat down over her eyes. "That...is a bit more..." She struggled for words, as if they were being pulled back. "Complicated..." 

"Knowing your own darkness helps you understand the darknesses of other people."

Perhaps it was time to change the subject. She shifted nervously. "So...uh..." She struggled to find something to talk about. "What's it like...being a paladin...of the...uh...sun?" She blinked. "Is it hard to wear so much armor?" She smiled, as if comfortable talking about something for once. "It must be heavy!" Maybe this was because she was used to wearing cloth and carrying a stick as opposed to a sword.