"Don't think I've ever prayed to anything in my life," she grumbled, self-conscious. It wasn't strictly true. She'd had prayer-like thoughts, had certainly demanded enough of gods, but she doubted that holding a sword to a god's proverbial and literal throat would count. "But I'll see if I can think of something."

Eventually, she tugged her hand back, and settled back more comfortably beside him. She'd give it a try, even if it just meant they sat in companionable silence until the party called them back.