[ The laughter soon dying down, she lifts a hand to gently stroke him over his hood with her free hand, right atop of his head. ] I suppose I might turn to you, if I have any other questions, mm.

[ Softly, softly, she continues with those pats. ]

Such as what may be outside those walls, or what attacked the city to cause that chasm in the wall... Or, maybe, can you tell me more about this... touch that is needed by the gods? Have you seen any changes in this world for yourself-- by us otherworlders' contact with each other?