Kyeo doesn't remember enough of the fight to know what happened, and his head is killing him, but when he checks he still has his sidearm and also now he's apparently crashlanded on a planet with absolutely awful-looking hostile fauna, wow, and that one's coming his way much too fast and he draws and shoots.
"At Asmodean religious services they mostly read from His holy books and there's a sermon about how it's applicable to your life, and then you pray."
"...but I have never read a holy book and I do not have any experience with sermons and I do not know what constitutes prayer, so that isn't very informative."
"I don't know how Good does any of it and I'm not clear on what things wouldn't be allowed but you could probably ask for Iomedae's holy book." She gestures at the stack of books on her desk. "I didn't even ask."
"I suppose I could read the books while I have the language," he allows. "I do hear them singing sometimes but I can't sing."
"Religious services don't usually presume everyone to be very gifted at singing, they let kids do it and everything."
" - huh. I'm sorry. If it's an injury they can just - heal it, a place like this has lots of healing."
"I don't know the details. I suppose I haven't tried since the cleric fixed my concussion?"
"Well. I can't do magic anymore but it's not a hard spell, you could get them to try, it'd be a useful diagnostic."
"Right, but you're important, I bet they'll do frivolous things if you ask. And - it's not even spending something, not always, sometimes people feel friendlier with people they're doing favors for."
"It's not that limited, they'll get more again the next day and most people don't use all their spells every day. And they don't need to...what do they even do. Sit around talking about how much better they are than Evil people?"
"Good for them." Sigh. "It's your call, I guess, but I don't think you're stealing any resources from anything you'd care about."