[Sorry your god isn't a rich, Texan, mansion-owning god, Kainé.
Sharak stays silent. She's reading too much into it. Kainé is lonely and unsure of herself and upset- seeking out company is natural. Sharak won't turn her away if she doesn't want to be alone at night. It's not as if Sharak minds the company herself, after all. If things stay like this, it's perfectly fine.
She turns back towards the shrine and gives up getting the blood out of her hair. It'll only get dirty again and she feels like shooting at something all of a sudden. Hopefully there's still some undead left.]
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Sharak stays silent. She's reading too much into it. Kainé is lonely and unsure of herself and upset- seeking out company is natural. Sharak won't turn her away if she doesn't want to be alone at night. It's not as if Sharak minds the company herself, after all. If things stay like this, it's perfectly fine.
She turns back towards the shrine and gives up getting the blood out of her hair. It'll only get dirty again and she feels like shooting at something all of a sudden. Hopefully there's still some undead left.]