Selûne tilted her head and thought it over. She knew Hill had always disliked hurting people with his words, so he must have put it very tactfully.
Only then did she belatedly say, "He wanted both of them? Samael acted more carefree, very much like a traditional Sharess follower. She'd surely abandon him before long.
And Petty, who loved him more, would likely wait devotedly for a while, just in time to take over?
What is this...?"
"Cyric clearly understands men better than even Sharess does." Shar's utter delight was written all over her lips... It was the first time Hill had seen her smile last this long.
Sharess and Helm losing face at the same time was indeed enough to make Shar, who had always been their enemy, overjoyed.
"Woman, thy name is vengeance." Lathander was still sighing over it.
And it carried a double meaning.
He was taking a sly jab at Shar while openly referring to the silent Sharess within the giant screen.
If she flipped the table now, she might recover a little of her lost dignity... but Helm's blindness would become an even greater joke.
After all, time had been short. Judging by Helm's usual style, he would have had to confess his feelings before climbing into Samael's bed.
Yet Sharess would rather endure the humiliation of losing to Cyric than leave those two alone to await dawn... The difference between an attempt that failed and one that succeeded was probably the difference between being a little embarrassed and never being able to face anyone again, wasn't it?
Lathander had kept his eyes fixed on Petty's little house. Sharess's lack of movement for over ten minutes suddenly rekindled his interest, and he began singing at the top of his lungs, "Ah~ dawn, dawn, please do