:It's tempting to say no, but I gave up my right to offerings a while back.:
The statement is a little uncertain because she has no idea. Hadn't there been a tradition of pouring wine or... no, wasn't it milk? over lykeblades once? Honeyed, or fermented maybe. Or was it blood? That is a faded path that trails right into one of the holes in Need's memory. She's pretty sure, though, that she's never asked or told anyone to do that for her. It wouldn't feel right - self-aggrandizing in a particular way that she doesn't like, something that would cost others and benefit only her.
She pauses, inflected by the more bittersweet tone of Miguel's grief as it is in the moment. :Should I let you alone? Something is calling me towards this, but I can ignore it.: Despite herself, a suggestion of concern makes it across.
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The statement is a little uncertain because she has no idea. Hadn't there been a tradition of pouring wine or... no, wasn't it milk? over lykeblades once? Honeyed, or fermented maybe. Or was it blood? That is a faded path that trails right into one of the holes in Need's memory. She's pretty sure, though, that she's never asked or told anyone to do that for her. It wouldn't feel right - self-aggrandizing in a particular way that she doesn't like, something that would cost others and benefit only her.
She pauses, inflected by the more bittersweet tone of Miguel's grief as it is in the moment. :Should I let you alone? Something is calling me towards this, but I can ignore it.: Despite herself, a suggestion of concern makes it across.