The boy smiled at her question as if he was entertained.
"Don't you want to try and take a guess?"
"We're not as informed as Clara," Helen signed. "Our friend could probably guess, but... You look like my twin brother. When he was younger."
"I do," he smiled. "I thought this appearance would be most friendly to you."
"So it really was you? Before?"
"Of course. You have very pleasant dreams. They're nice to travel to. They made it easy to watch over you, Helen."
Dahlia finally understood why Helen wasn't more wary of this foreign god; her friend actually knew him, and she had probably known that god for years. If it was true that her friends had been chosen years ago by their respective gods, then it made sense that they might be familiar with them in unexpected ways like this. For
