:Another issue is considering how you had to come at the problem it might be really hard for Companions who haven't Chosen yet to do at all:

:That seems worryingly plausible: 

:I'm probably going to need to talk to Rolan, figure out where he's at and exactly what's going on with him in case there's a way to fix it that Dara just didn't hit on before he shoved her away - he'd be a good avenue to talk to some god, if he would, but if he can't imagine them needing constructive criticism ever he is of limited applicability in delivering it:

:I'm not sure the mental block is even around noticing gods are making suboptimal decisions? More - wanting to change it. It's possible Rolan could still do the first part and convey it just as a neutral matter of fact: She doesn't seem that hopeful, though. 

:Maybe. I should definitely talk to him once he's in a position to be talked to and definitely before he lines up another teenager for a big letdown or steals somebody's human:

:Seems right:

Amshalan lapses into thoughtful silence. 

:...I don't have a good way to write things down up here:

:Goodness. I hadn't thought of that, how inconvenient. We could stop here for a minute if you want to get down and do some notes?: 

:I think I can do it without dismounting as long as you aren't walking, but I don't have quite the Fetching control to keep a notebook still relative to myself in the saddle even at a walk. I can work on it, maybe: When they've stopped she produces her notebook and writes down a quick list of topics that will need attention later.

Amshalan waits patiently for her to finish. 

She writes fast. :Is it annoying not having hands?

:You know, actually, yes it is! It helps that Companions have very good memories, seems to be another modification, less costly that I can't keep notes. But sometimes I'd like to braid my own mane, you know. And we rely a lot on stablehands and on our Heralds to care for us: 

:Well, let me know if you need a rebraid, or anything else that needs thumbs:

Amshalan sends a little burst of affection. :Thank you!: 

:You're welcome!

Still stuck on not knowing your original name. I guess Leareth never told me his either - it wasn't "Leareth" - but that's because he picked this one and prefers it. What was your name last time around?:

:Sayshen:

Sayshen, Amshalan... Sayshamshalan? Amsayshala-

"Sayshal!"

:Oh! That was it!: 

"Good, we can look that up later."

:Yes, let's– Oh. Oh dear: 

:What?:

Amshalan just tosses her head, pointing out a white shape in the distance, cantering toward them. :Rolan. Apparently wants to talk to me: 

:...to you without me, or -:

:Er, just me, it sounds like: Amshalan's mindvoice is laden with trepidation. 

:...would you like me to sit right here and refuse to get down so he can't get you alone, or do you think you should go along with it in which case I'd like to be dropped off at my room?: