12 Miles Below

“Romance books?” Reginus asked, sounding almost confused.

Not what he had expected when he’d been summoned to speak to the Deathless saint.

As one of the more well known Logi handlers, he’d worked closely with Hecate Wrath as she healed the clan and was one of her first lines of contact. But the woman hadn’t made any requests of him outside the ordinary - with exception to food. The quantity and variation of food had been difficult to source but nothing a single Logi house working together couldn’t solve, nevermind the entire caste. Besides, setting up an exotic food supply was a highly efficient trade in exchange for the deep healing offered by the lady.

As for her personality and quirks shown during his time with her, they’d all learned that Hecate was rather… eccentric. Even by their own standards of eccentricity. And this felt very much in her character.

“Yes, romance books.” Hecate confirmed, wings stirring slightly behind her. He’d met her walking down to her next destination, which was House Adjudicator, another Logi house of rather high regards. “I am searching to better tune my understanding of human behavior. My transition as a Deathless has left me with gaps in my knowledge that I seek to remedy. I require a curated list of romance novels.”

That was understandable, and explained some of the oddities in her behavior.

He almost wanted to ask why she wanted to have romance knowledge instead of any other kind of human socialization, but then again... Hecate.

As a new Deathless, perhaps she was still in the process of changing, and still held onto that part of her humanity? She could have found someone who caught her eye and was now looking for means to seduce her target. With a goal in mind, it was only natural to do the research to accomplish said goal.

Not that she needed anything more than to ask, given her rank and appearance. But that wasn’t his place to make comments on. He was called on to deliver services and information, and he would do so as unbiased as possible.