Perhaps she needed a priest. If one ever came through the door that he actually trusted, he'd suggest he talk to her. There seemed to be a number of people here who might benefit from the right clergy. Or perhaps he was using them as a crutch again. Alfred was right, he needed to learn to commune with God without one of them. Waiting certainly wasn't doing anything.

Wasn't magic just another method of prayer? Another way of celebrating the divine? Kelson wished he had asked that to one of the few Deryni priests he knew when he had still the chance. Now he had to work it out for himself.

Which was the point, wasn't it?

"Lava." Kelson repeated the very unfamiliar word, struck out of his reverie and thought for the moment, still concerned she might pass out. "It's alright. Back in Gwynedd, listening and solving people's problems is my job. Although, as has been often pointed out, I am not in Gwynedd anymore. But that doesn't mean I can't listen."