"I don't know what you meant."

"I don't like when most people touch me." 

"Then I can find someone else you want to touch?"

"I —" and what he was going to say catches in his throat. 

"I should probably go." 

"Okay."

He puts his clothes back on and goes. 

His skin is too tight but if he leaves Ashka's cell and goes straight to the bathhouse it'll be too obvious what happened. He deals with it. 

Tholassi says drowsily, "What happened?"

He slept with Ashka. Objectively speaking it was fine. 

"...good?"

Yeah. That. 

"Did he tell you he loves you?"

Something very similar to that, anyway, that isn't what Sataro is having issues about. 

His believer has a lot of issues and he has literally zero idea of what to do with any of this.

Welcome to Sataro's entire life. 

Tholassi is quiet until morning services.

About ten minutes into the reading of scripture, he says, "...I don't recognize any of this."

...how does he not recognize this. 

"I don't know! Is it commentary on the things I dictated or something?"

It is at least allegedly one of the books Tholassi dictated! 

"Who is it by?"

It is, again at least allegedly, by the prophet Ngashane. 

"...Honestly, I'm not sure I ever heard of the guy."

Sataro can list off three other books he wrote, and another two that Tholassi dictated to him. 

"None of that is ringing a bell. Uh. What did I appear to him as?"

A disc of golden fire. 

"Oh. I remember that. Weirdly intense, prematurely bald, had an eye twitch?"