[h2]Sir Tyaethe[/h2]

Tyaethe spared a short look at Fanilly as she came in, then turned her attention back to the individual petals floating down into the water. Far be it from a paladin to interrupt another's prayers, especially when voiced allowed. Though it certainly gave more insight into the captain's motives and, seemingly, a worrying lack of faith in her own abilities to attribute everything achieved in her current tenure to direct intervention. Or maybe just erring on the side of politeness, even if it verged into false humility?

"It is good to have a captain that holds religion in esteem," the paladin said, turning to look and meet Fanilly's gaze, "More than once since we have split from the church have I served those who view it only as a duty, and would resist with all their might to keep the Knights' power separate from the churches.

"Tell me, Captain, what would you do if Elionne were to return?" Tyaethe asked as the remaining rose fell into the pool beside her, last living person to habitually refer to her as anything but a saint, "It is, and always has been, a possibility."