Hear her concerns he would do, and hear them he did. No interruptions, no challenges, though sight of sorrow on her face moved Sir Aorle deeply. Part of him wanted to reach out to her, comfort her, set at ease, but that would not do as she had declared the heart of a warrior and would far from welcome coddling.
For his part, the Sword of Heaven had only a narrow schooling of faith. As son of a noble family, he was expected to bow the supremacist cult of the Empire. All else he had encountered were variants of the worship of Theogios, for the message of peace and harmony had been spread throughout the land at the point of a sword. Even the Teachings of Angels were such a sect, for Theogios was the First Saint.
Gradually, he nodded in thought. "So we must show them a better way. They know naught of Heaven or souls, best they learn the truth." At the very least, this would serve to shatter illusions regarding the fae. More likely, this would attend to the heart of the matter. "Either what we hold to be right and good and true, is right and good and true for all the world before Heaven, or our deeds become meaningless. The Heathen and the Infidel is not the one who fails in prayers, 'tis the one who has others suffer for their gain, 'tis the one who offers children to the horrors of war, who subjects women to lives of slavery, the one who kills for conquest and greed alone, the one who does a wrong deed and calls 't right."
Feeling something stir within his heart, he followed on smoothly. "Whether I need the saints and angels matters not. There are those whose need is great, who need for kindness and justice to be more than mere words, who need for right and honour to rule in their lives. More than one mere mortal can offer. Yet Heaven is just that. When a saint or an angel touches a life, then Virtue becomes a true force in this world." Each word passionate, clear and sincere. "By carrying their blessings, and bringing them to those in need of them, what I carry is the substance, the tactile proof of Hope." Raising one gloved hand before him, he closed the hand into a fist while speaking as if grasping some unseen object. "There are those in need of saints and angels, and I shall not deny them."
Opening his hand again, he gazed into the palm for a long moment before looking back towards Thetta. "With every woman you saved this past day, you supported the work of saints. With every villain you slain, you fought on the side of angels. I follow their cause because I deem it worthy. And for at least a day... you did too."
Expecting her to be suitably shocked by that revelation, he used the following moment to ask a question. "You spoke of what gods told you and your people, is divine intervention truly so common in your homeland?"