(( -complacently grazes on sea plankton instead-
Edit: OM NOM NOM NOM ))
Most of all, he wished she would stop crying. The Overseer couldn't stand for it, yet nor did he felt it was his place to comfort her. His throat feeling tight, the emotions pouring off from Lorika were painful to behold. At least now she was giving him something that sounded like an easy question, about food. At the thought, the last thing he had eaten being a piece of dried meat from Bapp hours ago, it made his stomach complain all the louder.
"Without the honey ...? Is there anyway I could meet more of the Order? I would like to do whatever it is I can for you."
He let go of a sigh, "I suppose all I have now is time, while waiting for memory to return." He did well to hide the disappointment, distracted by how readily people heeded to Lorika's summons. All of them were new faces, no names, and this reminded him of something altogether crucial that seemed the most shameful of all his admittances. He leaned over to the High Priestess and by whispering in her ear asked her what her name was.
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