⟪ Melisandre isn't opposed to companionable silence –– her presence at court had been frequently required, but quiet, by the fire, used as an unveiled threat. It's strange, long-term, to be looked at so directly, but pleasant, too. He's not breakable, Rafe, and it's a quality she enjoys.

Still she blinks, when he poses his request. Complies, too, yes, but she's not exactly used to interest in her faith beyond the visions it bestows her. From Selyse, yes, but that was some time ago. ⟫

They are meant to keep the darkness at bay. ⟪ Her eyes flicker to his torch. It'd be beyond what they are, to express gratitude for its presence, but she relishes it all the same. ⟫ In a way, they are the heart of the faith. It's where we pray, but also where the congregation gathers for celebrations –– most all things to do with the public part of weddings take place by one, and both groom and bride must jump it. Well, the groom twice, once as a manner of a proposal.

⟪ so, y'know. careful about any stunts by the bonfire. ⟫ Offerings are made by them, too. Little things, more often than not –– you recall the herb wreaths? I know how to burn them so they hold true power. Visions, too, come from the flames. In Asshai, they were the only light allowed past the afternoon.