"You will?" Arialla didn't mean to sound surprised; she just didn't know how the Ascended worked that well. But then, the sun hadn't seemed to inconvenience Wessex or Nate too much. She smiled, encouraged by the thought that Samuel was not cut off from daylight -- from her former deity -- forever. "I'm sure you will."
With a frown, Arialla nodded, understanding. Wessex struck her as a warrior, decisive and commanding -- and Samuel, well, did not. He was more thoughtful, clearly more at home with books and knowledge than people or battles. She could see how Wessex might not find that impressive. But: "It takes many skills for a people to thrive. Your intelligence, your knowledge, is important too, even if it's not what Wessex sees as vital."
please don't take my sunshine away
