"'S good of you to offer.

"Is there any way to - would it be okay to move the altar to Abadar out, do you think?"

"Yeah, sure. Do you want other gods or just - none in here -"

"I'm Ihysian, now, I don't normally pray to gods. But - I suppose I could use some help right now, huh.

"Can you do - Iomedae and Shelyn and Pharasma, is that okay - "

"Whatever you want, it's your rooms."

Nod.

"I don't wanna be a problem."

"Then I guess you don't wanna... fire people for their first mistake? Or put us in charge of caring for a dozen venomous pets. Or rip up all your dresses - if he likes to then we have some that rip in fixable places consistently - throwing glass vases in the bath is actually okay, that used to really throw us off but now we have someone on staff with Prestidigitation -"

- she laughs a little bit. It's not a very happy sound, but - it's a little bit of a release. She's crying a little again.

"Can you get one for Desna? He liked Desna. But I understand if it's - just the others are fine."

"Maybe something not very obvious."

Nodnod.

"S'not a big deal."

"They're your rooms. But once we know more about him we'll know more about - whether things in peoples' private rooms are a problem, and what kind of problem -"

" - yeah. That makes a lot of sense.

"Thank you."

"Of course."

"Do you know if there's - any allowable form of contact with men, his old friends are men and I don't - no one else here is going to remember what he was like, before - "

"You can write letters, some people will read them and make sure there's not anything that'd start rumors or cause problems. Or you can write letters to their wives without worrying about that, if they're married."

"They're married. Their wives are on a different plane, right now, I don't know what's going to be done about that.

"Do you know - I don't have a very good sense of what's objectionable - "

"I'm not exactly an expert but the biggest thing is, if it was read to your husband, would he object, or if it were read to the public - imagining that your son might be the next pharaoh, right - would they have any doubts -"

" - I don't know what makes Osirians doubt each other.

"My husband trusted me. And I trusted him. This - isn't true, anymore, and half of his values have been replaced with different ones, and - his friend is a cleric and he knows him, and has some idea where I'm coming from, and I think if I could talk to him then maybe he would have something useful to say, some sensible advice to give, but - I don't know how to be certain that it won't just make everything worse."

"...I don't really know. I'm sorry."

Nod.

"Do you know who'll read it?"

"...usually it'd be Naziha but usually she'd know the pharaoh better and could be more sure she was in line with his judgment."

"...so you expect that if I write something now it will be read to him?"

"If he wants to read it, yes."

Sigh. "Better hold off until I've thought more about it, then."

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault.

"Any idea when dinner is?"