[ Her lips part as if in consideration of clarifying, but in the end she lets it slide in much the same way Waltaquin's fingertips skim along her palm. She gives a little answering caress as she draws her hand back; perhaps reluctant to let go, even though she'd been the one to pull away. ]

Oh, there's corruption in our church down to its bones. But there's no doubt that the guardian god of Vasilios has a hand on my soul.

[ She gives Waltaquin another smile sidelong and tips her head in a nod. ]

Logically... I know that. I just have to keep reminding myself. Thank you, Waltaquin. You're always so sweet.