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.
"Maybe? If it were, I don't know, if she did something really disastrous in public and wouldn't listen when I told her to stop -"
"If you need to convince other people you're doing what you're supposed to."
"I - maybe? Not under all circumstances where people'd expect me to but if it was a bad enough situation and it was going to interfere with us being safe later and we couldn't just leave."
"Would you change your mind about making her have sex with you if you were mad at her or she wasn't doing what she was told."
"But if she were confused about what your best is likely to be she might obey you even if it was a bad idea, right, not knowing how you'd react."
"You can always tell me there's some problem," he says to Cecelia, "we can always talk about it."
"Wait until you're married. Not until you've said you will be, until you are actually married. Even if she's all right with it. It's not fair to women to make them always be the one to say no, you have got to yourself not be willing to touch her until you've married her."
"Generally considered to be an unsustainable equilibrium but if you've been sustaining it all right then maybe it's not, for fairies."
"You'll get aroused and it'll affect your judgment, is the usual prediction."
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