“I can keep house for an eccentric old man and keep a farm running on the edge of disaster. I can nurse someone dying of fever. It’s just my luck I’d end up with one that doesn’t need any of those things.” She expected the very sensible priest of the very sensible god to agree with her. Sensibly. Instead, Zale tilted their head, a small smile on their lips. “Perhaps that’s why you like him. It must be very dreary, being needed all the time.” “Oh gods,” Halla heard herself say. “Oh gods, you have no idea.”
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