[Bwahahahaha he thinks you need privacy to perform a sacred ritual,] Puffball absolutely screamed with laughter. [he's willing to go hunt again so you can have sacrifice meat—]
'He—what—I—WHAT?!'
[And he said "batch" like you're making burnt offerings in bulk—]
Faelyn opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
No words came out.
Roshan was looking at her with such genuine, earnest concern, ears swiveling anxiously, clearly trying to be respectful of her divine needs.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'Maybe blessed ones need to burn meat as tribute? Maybe that's why she was blessed with white hair? Maybe the gods demand burnt offerings and that's why she can't eat fresh meat—it's already promised to the gods! That makes SENSE—'ฅᨐฅ
"I—no—that's not—" Faelyn struggled to form coherent thoughts. "It's not a religious thing!"
"Oh." He looked relieved, then immediately confused again. "But you said you need to burn it?"
"COOK it. Not burn. Cook."
