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[foxsays]

[There's a hitch in her breath, quiet and grateful:] Thank you.

[She...she needed that. More than she realised. A little light in a dark room where all the shadows are advancing from each corner.]

So many here doubt in the Maker, where I come from we believe many things we haven't seen with our eyes because we cannot prove or disprove it, and who am I to say that what someone believes is not real. If it is believed, then it is real. Those of us who have come to be here are the last people who should be tearing it down and it-- it does good work, the Chantry. It could do more but everything could. As you say: it comforts, it provides, it shelters. There is a chance for a life people wouldn't have otherwise.

[As much as that might be a double-edged sword: the Chantry gives, but the Chantry takes, people are bound to it and she isn't blind to that but don't Araceli's parents serve the sea? Doesn't Araceli know that her body will be reclaimed by it one day when the time comes?]

It'll all be worth it in the end, when the work is done and you are tired in your bones to sit down and look at it to think: yes, I did that. [If they all get there. (There will be more work the instant morning comes.)]

A rift spat out a cloak, I can stay underwater a long time if I must. If you wish to borrow it...I imagine a Division Head has a need more than most. [Thranduil and Herian composed in other ways, Beleth is...well Beleth is Beleth who'll always be a girl on a rooftop same as Araceli was who wanted to be a bard, but Coupe is iron and steel and something more, and sometimes you want to go soak your own head.]