Nothing stopping them. Nothing at all. She stared at him for a long moment, still in shock at how he had taken her confession, what he had told her in return and what they could now agree on.

Slowly ever so slowly she took a sip of tea. He is hard to know and distant. But she has never seen that as a problem. He is a priest. He holds a piece of a god. How could someone like her come to know someone like him. She can't comprehend that.

But he won't be offended if she asks questions. That was good. She was glad about that. Her mind is blank though, almost fuzzy with relief. "I do no be thinking you do be being too aloof. We did be smushing robots together after all."

No priest she had met before this train would have shared tea with a brat like her. Especially after she had used his casual name by accident.