The offering is a minor solution, solving what will just as well pass in the night, and if Daithi were truthful, ... was a means to escape Brigham's attention. He is pleasant, of course, — enough Daithi feels an ever growing affection — but the man's faith is a miscomforting weight as well, and Daithi is half grateful for the arrival of several missive.

His smile remains, amusement twisting his mouth as his brows lift. "— alright," he answers, slow in cadence. (Some fatigue, now, without Brigham's spell though nothing worth complaint.) "I like to think I can visit your tent without requiring a potion or two."