Rishon ..

[ Truly tragic . Cold hands leave his own with a shudder, as if when pulling away he'd departed something precious. Something of himself. He'll return surely, back into his arms gentle only to him, but Oz's patron must be addressed.

[ There is a gentle smile on the arbiters lips. It's almost a rarity to see it. And though there is still some deep rooted doubt that nibbles at his mind, the comforting notion that he has someone to return to is enough. To speak their love into existence would

[ In that. Ozimandias could agree. Rishon was, in simple terms, the half of him. Despite their rough beginnings, he's come to appreciate his company, and the kind words reserved only for him. He merely leans into the kiss, hand wrapped around his with a nod. ]

[ Even now, Rishon seemed to ease his mind, despite his own doubts as always . Perhaps he's right. Perhaps it's best if he asks his patron, though no doubt he would not be pleased with his own trespass. The temple was forbidden, he will apologize after he learns more. ]

[ There's some comfort in feeling his hand against him, but it does little to quell the thought. Had his lord not spoken word of him to his clergy? Surely not, he was after all a Mortarch - and Kelemvor's Arbiter. Arbiter . ] Now that I come to think of it, Rishon.

[ Oz's worries seem to quell for a moment, now in the company of Rishon. He sighs. ] It sounds foolish. [ He tries to find the right words, worried that it'd come off as a childish tantrum. ]

[ He should chuckle, but his mind is still weary from the thought that spiraled from earlier. ] I know.. I know - [ He takes another book and opens it at the table. It's one of the older ones, covered in dust. It's a record book, perhaps one in which each member of the clergy