A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
Hug.
"Sorry. I guess you probably haven't talked to anyone in a long time."
"Yeah, I'm still remembering how not to be a jerk. I was never very good at it anyway."
Nod.
"Not gonna let a little awkwardness get in the way of important stuff."
"I don't know what's wrong with those two, and I'm pretty sure that neither do they, but they're both doing a terrible job on their own, and I think you should metaphorically ram them into each other at high speeds until they at least manage to figure out where they stand. This is my honest assessment."
"Well. Okay then. You're the expert."
And she tries casting her matchmaker spell on Korva and Hagan.
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