Pellaneari smiled and nodded as Szinaun was leaving. In one way, his words really needed no answer. On some level she felt there was a mutual understanding that came from their (unfortunately rare) faith. She liked to imagine there was something to tie her in spirit to her brethren even though one so rarely met them. It would always be a daring task to maintain such a faith amongst all the Lolth worshipers and their vileness, and with the moon so far out of sight.
With a wave, the healer said goodbye and locked her door behind Szin.
'The Goddess does not lose her way in the dark.' It was a warming thought and Pella kept this wisdom in mind as she readied for another night in the cruel heart of Menzoberranzan.
