Seeing Palamedes so genuinely disturbed is...troubling, to say the least. And this isn't including the moment of her demise at his double's hands; she could barely see him through pain.

She stands sentry by the kettle as it heats up, watching Palamedes pacing around, hugging her arms to herself as if that would keep her from doing likewise.

Terrified, he says, and she's certain it's not hyperbole.

"Palamedes," she starts, hesitating to consider her words with a bit more care. "I think we could get lost in all manner of speculation, but I don't think that is the best use of our time. We can only work with what is right in front of us, what we know that is, not what could be.

"Besides," her tone softens a little, her mouth quirking, "should I get a whiff of betrayal off that dreadful man, I know a different kind of god who can help us ensure he'll not hurt anyone...and I don't think it'll take violence to convince him."

Because while Darin's power is immense and destructive, his will is set on forging better tomorrows.