She stares up at him. It's not quite a steady look--there's something off about it. A touch vulnerable, more so unsure.

I want you.

She doesn't say that, but she does nod. Easier than speaking when her mouth's grown abruptly dry. It's uncomfortable, really. Not only the way she's grown mute, but also her heart hammering in her ears, and her sudden desire to dart away. She's never wanted anyone so overwhelmingly intensely as she does him.

"We--" Clearing her throat, licking her lips, "We should have picked the same god."