She takes his hand into her smaller ones, looking over the mark. It's a magic she's never seen before, holding at bay beneath his skin. She can't help but wonder how painful it was for him to have it there.

"Sen, I..." Her lips purse together as she thinks a moment. Stubbornness was the Vox Machina way, it seemed, and Sen was the right fit for all of them right now. She gives him a sad smile instead.

"How about this. If your god shows up, I'll help, and if mine shows up, I'll help you. Deal?"