"I think it will be less useful for this, since Aroden will not be able to give me new spells once we are far enough away. But - yes, in general it is quite a powerful addition, for us." 

Ma'ar's shoulders are tense, his hands clenched together in front of him. 

Which feels dangerous but she's - pretty sure it's not about her. :Did you ask Leareth what it's like?:

"Yes. He - said that Khemet described the cleric interface as impersonal, and - that it is, compared to directly talking to a god, but it still surprised him the first time, how - it felt like being recognized and seen and loved... I am not sure how I feel about that part, honestly." 

"Gods," she says, with a bit of distaste. "But you've already - talked to Him, right -"

"Yes. And he is another me, so - I imagine he feels toward me not dissimilarly to how I feel about little Ma'ar, or Mhalir, or something. They seem - less experienced in some ways, but at the core of it I know I can be allies with them and that is enough." 

She's not at all sure it's a good idea to bring it up, but - "you seem - stressed."

"Do I?" He pauses. Looks down at his hands, still twined together. "- I suppose I am kind of stressed. I - think this is just a stressful situation?" 

"I guess it really is."

"...I am somewhat worried that, instead of finding helpful resources, we - are going to run into somewhere with some new and different horrific problem. And - have to decide not to help, and to keep going..." 

"I assume that'll happen? Lots of worlds don't have any afterlives at all, if nothing else."

Nod. 

Probably it would be logically consistent to be as upset about that as she is about the destruction of Hell but she isn't and it doesn't really seem like anything would be better if she were.

Ma'ar stands there for a moment, uncertain, vaguely off-balance. 

"...I would like a hug," he says finally, "and - then I am going to attempt this praying-to-Aroden thing." 

Well, she can give him a hug.

He leans on her, slowly relaxing just a little. And then after a minute steps back. "I - am going to go find somewhere private, I think, to do this." 

(He's not sure where, he's been sleeping in Carissa's guest room, but he can probably Mindspeak Leareth and ask.) 

"Good luck." She attempts a smile.

And he steps out, looking very serious again, but somewhat less stressed. 

She's stressed herself, but this is stupid, so she sets it aside and goes back to working on the shirt she's enchanting.

He comes back an hour later, looking half-dazed. 

" - hey. Did it work?"

"Yes." He retrieves his empty cup from earlier from the bedside table, and makes some water in it, recapturing the divine energy from the cantrip without any difficulty; being a trained Velgarth mage really does help, a lot, and he got some advice on it from both Urtho and Leareth. 

He still looks at the water with something like awe. "Velgarth's magic cannot do this at all." 

"Golarion magic can do more but it's less - ours? I'd trade in a heartbeat."

"I would not give up my own for this," Ma'ar admits. "But, as a bonus addition, it is very nice." 

In addition to Create Water, he also has Mending, Purify Food and Drink, and Stabilize, all of which might be very helpful on a long long journey. You can keep using cantrips as long as you retrieve the energy every time, according to Queen Carissa; she kept hers for the whole eight months she was stranded with little Ma'ar. 

He can test out Mending by deliberately ripping a shirt he's not too desperately fond of, and then fixing it. The other two are a bit less convenient to test out, but he can still cast them and examine the spell-structure a bit. 

The whole thing makes Catalina slightly uneasy but you should be supportive when your - friend (?) - gets cleric spells for the first time so she hangs around and watches and comments. 

Ma'ar has three of Recharge Innate Reserves - overpowering his Velgarth mage-Gift abilities seemed like the most valuable use of first-level cleric spells - and, since he can still pray for new spells in the morning before they head out, he wants to go test them. 

"Do you feel like watching me throw around absurd quantities of power in Leareth's Work Room?" he asks Carissa.