Neviah enclosed Micheal's hand between her own, and brought his knuckles to her lips for an adoring, albeit fleeting, kiss.  "I know," she said softly, her rich blue eyes cast downward as her words breathed against the skin of his hand before lowering the tender embrace but not releasing it.  "And I promise, I'm here to tell you."  Her sights lifted to linger within his a moment, kind and compassionate in their attention before his shifted.  Glancing over her shoulder in suit, Neviah found herself facing a young alter boy she hadn't even realized had entered, and the grin that formed on her face expressed a gently apologetic tone as the priest addressed him.<br/><br/>She felt guilty for dragging him away from the calling he had found for himself.  Neviah knew the church they stood in, and those who called him Father, were perhaps the only forces that had drove Micheal back from the brink of self destruction.  The brink her interventions had inevitably led him to.  He wanted answers, but before long, it would be more than just the humble members of his congregation that would be looking to him for answers of their own, and she knew she had to prepare him for the onslaught.<br/><br/>Neviah's gaze returned to him then, and Micheal called into question the sufficiency of his current servitude, and her delicate grin faded into a sorrowful frown.  "Yes, Micheal, you do," she told him.  It was not only what he needed to hear but the Gods honest truth.  He was far more important to the lives he had touched than his humility would allow him to recognize, and Neviah wished to enlighten him to the ways in which he was loved, but she couldn't merely feed his sense of self worth by stating his efforts were enough as they were.  They wouldn't be.  Not for what was coming.  "But you are capable of so much more," she added, "it is a heavy burden I am aware, to always be striving, but you're strong enough to bare it, Micheal.  Their followship gives you that strength."<br/><br/>Doors opening halted anything else the youngest weaver may have said, and she simply nodded to Micheal's instruction.  This time, it was Neviah's hand that refused to release his as he ushered them through and out of the church.  Her body was growing tired, but the honing in of the pulse she felt as her thumb nestled against his wrist kept her tethered to the present and to him.  Her limits were weakening her, but having just arrived to convince him of what his life was truly worth, Neviah resisted the creep of exhaustion that threatened her body, and proceeded in behind him as Micheal opened the threshold of his quarters.<br/><br/>Once inside she paused, her sights roaming the place she had seen a thousand times but had never actually stepped a physical foot in.  "It feels...embracing here," she remarked, the subtle queues of tired drifting within her tone.  She pointed her attention, a gentle tug of her hand guiding the man within it to face her.  "I don't have much time, but I will remain for as long as this body allows.  Ask me your questions, and I shall do my best to provide you with their answers."<br/><br/>Her palm found his face once more.  "But first; you want to know why..."<br/><br/>The universe itself might as well have been looking at him then, as in a sense, it was.  The depths of her indigo stare was vast, but far from vacant; clear and vivid but no where near tranquil as they glistened up at him, lids heavy but voice meaningful  "The truth is...I don't know.  But I," she took a breath.  "I've seen things, Micheal, and feel things that you could not possibly imagine.  I knew the world needed you in it, and I have been protecting you ever since at costs you have yet to understand."<br/><br/>Shaking her chesnut head softly, she looked away, and her hand slipped from its gentle clinging of his face.  "I'm sorry for the suffering you've endured," Neviah painfully apologized, "but unfortunately human nature learns nothing from easy.  Existence is never perfect, but it does have the ability to be perfectly harmonious under the right conditions.  I believe you can lead the lost to that ideal.  I believe without you, the suffering of this world will surely destroy it.  But with you, it may have a fighting chance to recover."