There was a sensation in him, his entire body felt the buzz of energy as they all gathered and responded to the call of their Matriarch. It felt vastly different than how he had pledged himself to Avon Odyssey before. The giant rift that had torn them asunder before was slowly being stitched up day by day. It was not necessarily pretty, but then no one actually expected things to be. Idly he wondered if the strings of fate that Fable saw were the same ones that bound them all to each other - maybe not so strong as soulmates or lovers, but it was a bond nonetheless.

The tangled rock that nature had consumed provided a perfect vantage point for Fable. There was a seriousness about this moment, and Fox knew he needed to be focused and respectful - but at the same time he couldn't help but grin to himself because of course she needed to find somewhere to make her taller. Otherwise they wouldn't have even been able to all focus on her. Foxglove sat patiently and waited for Fable to explain her intentions and the changes she had alluded to in previous talks. He didn't need to really think much about what rank he would take.

Before he spoke up, Kaphiri selected his place amongst them all as a Cleric. It was a heavy role, but he also knew about healing if his words were a good indicator. When he was done Foxglove looked to Fable again, meeting her gaze. Naturally, my place is as an Apotheca - though my heart is called to Avon, regardless of what she needs I will do my best to provide. To some the yoke of responsibility was more like a punishment, but Foxglove had found his place and was happy for it.

Service, especially when your heart was truly in it, came easy. His gaze lingered on Fable for a moment, perhaps too long, as the timeline flashed before him. Fable saw strings of fate from time to time, a glimpse into what might bring the most joy. He hoped that she saw herself, saw who she really was, and that she knew as he did just how valuable she was. Fable might have had a hard time seeing it - and that could have been why she never saw a string for herself. She was the epicenter, where it all came together. He was so proud of her, of all she'd accomplished and all she'd overcome - and he hoped that she was proud of herself too.