Zura internally sighed with relief when she heard that the Cahayan boy still probably had his soul. The fact that he had been revived still was terrible, but at least he wouldn’t have to live out the rest of his second life as a soulless monster.
The gods were saying things about fluctuations of Instincts or something like that, but she wasn’t paying much attention anymore. Things just seemed really weird. The fact that she was talking to gods and sitting next to someone who had been dead a few moments ago was incredibly odd, something that she had never expected to happen. Granted, she hadn’t expected to make peace with a Tühine either, but this stuff was stranger. She itched to throw a knife at someone, anyone just to see what would happen, to establish some sense of normality. Violence was a quite common occurrence for her. Battle, she could understand. Weird god powers and should-be-dead people, not so much.
A random impulse entered her head and she poked the Cahayan boy in the cheek just to see if he was a ghost. She quickly pulled back her hand, blushing and horrified at herself. Why had she done that?! That wasn’t definitely not what the poor kid needed at the moment.