"It's not something I was really looking for, I don't know how to cast it. Maybe we could go around to the people I know and ask?"

Muvaki doesn't have any better ideas! She stretches, then and reaches for her stolen spellbook. "I need an hour to prepare, first? If that's ok?"

Nod. "That's fine!"

Then Muvaki will prepare her spells in silence, unconsciously leaning into Ember as she does so to the extent that this an available action.

Ember is perfectly willing to be leaned on!

Cool! Then in an hour Muvaki will have some spells prepared (...huh. She can hang an extra first circle. makes sense, because-)

(She seems... annoyed? at her spellbook?)

Headtilt. "Is there something wrong with it?" (She gestures.)

"It has... a lot of dumb spells in it. And is missing some useful ones." No endure elements...  It's not cold right now, at least. (She shivers, almost unconsciously.)

She looks at Soot. Soot caws.

"Maybe once you've saved up a little money for ink you could see if someone will let you copy more of them? ...Soot says he doesn't know how to teach you any, I'm sorry."

but that's shoe money first of all, endure elements is like shoes but everywhere. Second of all, ???????

Muvaki shrugs. "Have to learn from another spellbook or a scroll." (She doesn't have any strong feelings about witches. She has no idea how to react when a familiar apologizes too her about not being able to do something impossible, so she doesn't.)

"I know there's a priest" (she does not flinch but she looks noticeably uncomfortable) "who sells scrolls, but they're awfully expensive..."

Muvaki frowns, also looking uncomfortable. 

"You don't like Gods," she says eventually, and there's confusion in her voice, but no specific question or sense of disagreement. (It's not like the Gods have ever helped her.)

She looks down at her burn-scarred hands. "I think... the gods, even the ones that people call Good, sometimes hurt people because they're scared or confused. But a lot of people think the gods are very different from people, so they assume they'll never make mistakes, or they try to do what they think their gods want rather than doing what's right."

"...'s dumb to think they never make mistakes. Aroden died. Baphomet escaped the labyrinth. Zon-Kuthon..." she doesn't know how to finish that sentence.

She looks at the scars on her own arms, and is clearly thinking something, but she doesn't say anything else. 

(she doesn't think Asmodeus is confused but it's important to Not Disagree With Ember. Just in case.)

She nods. "But it can be scary for people here to think of them like that, rather than as people they should listen to no matter what."

Muvaki is very interested in her scars, apparently.

"Cheliax serves Asmodeus," she does manage to say, eventually, through a clenched jaw. 

"That sounds it could make it very scary not to serve him. ...But you're not in Cheliax any longer."

"I know," she says quietly, hugging her knees. "I just meant - I don't -" 

She can't seem to finish the sentence, actually.

Hug?

Cling!

"Sorry," she whispers, her head resting on Ember's shoulder. 

"It's alright. You didn't say anything wrong."

 "O-okay." She's not in trouble, she's not in trouble, she's not in trouble... 

(She shudders and continues to cling.)

Hug!!!

"...I don't think Asmodeus is confused about whether he's hurting people. It would be pretty hard to be confused about that. But I think he might be confused about whether hurting enough people will make him happy."

Muvaki calms down considerably when she hears this! (it's stressful, when Important Person wants her to believe something and she can't, because she can't just change her mind like a pair of clothes, couldn't even when they tortured her about it. Ember is very different kind of Important Person who doesn't seem like she does any torture and needs shoes but it's still important to Be Good so she can Be Held. (this is insane. She's gone insane.)

"...I never thought about - him being happy or sad. it wasn't the kind of thing that - seemed relevant to my life." 

...she shifts slightly and now one of Ember's hands on her back is resting on some kind of horribly rough scar tissue (it's not really obvious what kind, just from the touch). did she do that on purpose? surely not, right??

Hug. "...Even if he is sad, that doesn't mean that what happened to you is okay."