His mention of faith and the problems it might cause makes her pause, considering. "T'would depend, I should think. Your--" No, that's not right, and Ysayle corrects herself. "The Archbishop and the Heaven's Ward needed not the crystals to turn themselves into primals at will. But the belief they used was the result of centuries, based on lies, and directed with a purpose. Belief simply will not conjure a primal if there is no one to shape it, give it form, direct the worship."

But she will not deny that there is some risk to it, to say nothing of his proclamation that he will see to it that she has no need of calling upon Shiva. That earns him a startled huff of laughter, soft and almost more of a puff of air. How noble of him, but it is in his delivery, the sincerity of which he delivers it that keeps her from dismissing it as an unnecessary statement of protection. Or from dismissing him outright.

"I fear that you could work yourself down to the bone and still not prevent the possibility of the worst coming to pass." There... is some concern there, genuine enough to take even Ysayle by surprise, though she continues on, smoothly. "The crystals need not be permanent, however. There are those we consider friends who are well acquainted with what signals the summoning of a primal, and at the first of those, they could be removed. And they need not stay after the first few throws of change have passed."