"Though one has to question if you are able to defend yourself, even with the protection of the guards in this city, they cannot watch every citizen at every hour of the day. One thing I have seen of Svefra is that they are not good fighters," Sutekh said with the most serious look on his face, the only thing giving away his teasing nature was the slight inflection in his tone to indicate he wasn't being wholly serious. "I thought that was why the children of Lakivu remain on the sea - there is no one to fight if you are in the middle of the water."
The young woman was right, there was nothing weird about seeing Svefra in a coastal city, but to Sutekh he didn't think that they should be in a city. If they chose the life out in the middle of the water they shouldn't soil a city with their ethics of ownership and that certain salty smell that accompanies the people that make the sea their home. Of course Sutekh wouldn't make a comment about that, not at all - he would simply smile politely when the wind carried that fresh scent to his nose. The fact that the woman had, assumably, prayed to Yahal at some point in the past was interesting and snapped Sutekh's attention back to the present. If she had prayed to him at one point in her life then perhaps there was hope for her yet.
"May I inquire as to why you usually pray to the god that you do? You treat the gods as if you can pray to certain gods for certain things, as if given the multitude of gods you are free to choose who to worship whenever your desire changes. Not that I am saying that praying to multiple gods is a bad thing, but ..." Sutekh was interrupted from his conversation as the food was presented to him. He smiled as he looked down to the little bowl in front of him and he took the spoon and positioned it perfectly between his fingers and gently prodded the dish. Sutekh was satisfied with what was before him as he took in the aroma first, smelling what had been laboured over for hours and from years of experience in getting the flavour combinations just right. He closed his eyes for a moment as the woman asked her question and he took a moment to pause before he opened his eyes again and looked over to the Svefra.
"I became a Son of Rapas, a follower of Yahal, because it was my duty. When a god takes personal interest in your well being you do not ignore that call. You answer it and dedicate your life to the god that has shown you favour." Sutekh smirked as he nodded his head and took one small spoonful of the food and ate it.
"Correct, I am not from here or anywhere near Sylrias. I am from the Eyktol deserts where the Benshira call home. A place that would be very peculiar for a Svefra to ever see in their life - a place with endless sand and not a drop of water to be found."