I got so much work done.
All the Attendants who came from the Goddess of Seduction’s home have been processed, but I won’t be doing interviews with them until they go through extensive healing with Iric and other healers.
There are a few who can aid in an emotional capacity such as he can, but none who meet his level of care, sensitivity, and understanding.
When I checked on him today, he told me he may need Creed’s help. He can’t be sure, but there’s a possibility even their souls may be damaged from the repeated destruction of the faux connections my mother forged.
Disgusting.
I found it utterly repulsive when Thayla shared that information with us, but actually laying my eyes on the afflicted Attendants was a true punch in the gut.
How can a being created to bring life and abundance in this realm be so…destructive?
My body shivers at the thought of her and I lift my pen from my parchment so I don’t spread the ink. There are countless texts I wasn’t supposed to take but still did from the Athenaeum. I’m currently sifting through them and attempting to document any mention of when the Beginning Gods may have used their Bindings.
So far, no luck, but I will push on.
Other than checking on Iric in my breaks from profiling the Attendants, I also reported in with Doren and Nero. Both seemed happy enough in their new roles.
Nero didn’t express it, but I’m sure the pointless squabbles of the Godsdawn gods are mediocre compared to those in Valveilious. I think with time, he’ll appreciate the mundane.
Doren was just thrilled to be useful. He’s now in charge of hunting down locations for rumored relics, history, and other artifacts that may be scattered among the Godsdawn and Godsden.
Let’s hope he discovers a Binding just lying around.
My pun pulls a small chuckle from my chest. The last thing I was expecting was another to respond to it.
My gaze whips up, and Thayla’s smiling face greets me.
“That was adorable.”
I fight back my lips’ desire to curve into a smirk.
“I didn’t hear you sneak in here.”
“I didn’t sneak. I walked in and happily announced myself. You didn’t take your eyes from the parchment.”
I glance down at the piece of paper detailing everything Creed shared with me about his trip and conversation to Hellveilious today.
All positive notes, might I add.
“I’m sorry. I was distracted with my thoughts of the day, and going over everything Creed shared at dinner.”
She hums as she takes a seat.
“Him getting on a better foot with Phoelius, Barir, and Zareb did make you happy. Also, them agreeing to keep a close eye on Delun pleased him. The moment the conversation and dinner ended, you scurried on in here.”
“I most certainly did not scurry.”
Those teasing, tempting lips of hers pucker together.
“What else have you been working on?” she asks.
“Well, now that he’s officially agreed to go down to Hellveilious more often, I decided to get a jump start on a rotation for him. I believe once every two weeks visiting the Soul Chamber is more than adequate and we each can fit that in our rotations. If something pressing comes up, then any three of them can reach out. He’ll need to make a spare trip there sooner rather than later to get a feel for any pure souls who are there but shouldn’t be. Next—”
“Amick,” she says, reaching across the desk and gripping my hand. “I know you’re trying to help him, and he will appreciate your help, but let’s maybe let him ask for the help, okay?”
“He’ll never ask on his own.”
