Nyct scoffed while delicately putting the sleeping slime in your bag. ''Practicing your wrist should be useful to you in the future.''
What did she mean by this?

''What will you be doing now that I'm taking this little one?'' You say, cracking a few fingers. ''Have you been keeping a vigil here?''

''With your acceptance, I'll be stopping my duty.''The increasing intensity of golden lights heralds an increase in the intensity of her emotions. ''I'll return to communicate with my dear family. I've been here for a few years now without contacts...'' Her peaceful smile when you chance a worried look pinches your heart. ''...I'll admit I'm worried, I should have had a visit because of the situation with the leyline.''

Unity
Father Sky is aloof and observant; Mother Earth is active and loving. Her daughters are the vital middle line helping the divine Mother from making impetuous mistakes. From spying to actively helping save people's lives by guiding them to shelters, their duties mirror the countless responsibilities of the clergy without belonging to it.
Your father told you many things about these demi-goddesses, things likely beyond the station of a mere pious girl like you.
Like how they can somehow live in peaceful coexistence inside someone's body.
Nearly all recorded instances of fully bodied demi-goddesses walking the realm of Mother Earth resulted in dangerous mutations of flora and fauna; the creation of cholera as a disease was believed to be a direct consequence of this phenomenon when several of them manifested during the near-genocided of the dwarves and elves.

''Will you be able to return safely?'' You ask, finally done writing inside your booklet. ''I understand that you can separate your soul from your body, but you need to be complete before returning to your divine station, right?''

''Goodness, you shouldn't burden yourself with my trouble.'' For the briefest moments, you had the impression of feeling a vibration in your bones and feared to have frustrated your powerful host, but hints of gentle reds leaking into her hair perhaps told a different message. ''Walking as I am without a host could cause...complications... but you've done more than enough to help me. I can impose myself on Furibol'' She gently moved the bag sheltering Usha for emphasis. ''She's your main worry.''

''I...I'd like to do more. For a friend?'' Extending a helping hand costs you nothing, Furibol is... burdened by an incredible weight, with his body turning to rock the synchrony of his soul with his mortal coil must be precarious.

''Ooh Mother bless you... You're far too kind, lady Rey, I'd feel mighty guilty to take further advantage of your good heart.'' For some reason Nyct bit her knuckles when you looked at her, and her projected color turned into a rosy tint.