Ah, so it's that sort of business. Daine hopes he hasn't got all tangled up with any gods or anything as complicated as that. That happens sometimes, she says sympathetically, twisting in his lap so she can press her forepaws against his stomach and knead him. Was it a god? Or a goddess? They can be such a bother.

Blinking up at him, she adds, But if you've come through the rift, your gods probably can't reach you anymore. I know mine can't. Bad news for her, but it might be a comfort for him.