Bert didn't know what to make of it. He did believe that all the legends and stories were true, and he believed fully that back in the day gods and mortals were getting up to all sorts of antics, but to be sitting in front of living proof....
He supposed she could be lying, but what purpose would that serve? And he didn't feel like she was. He sat with a slightly puzzled expression on his face as he attempted to assimilate this new information.
If Alessa was the child of a god, and she served the White...well, Bert wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it had to mean something. The most clear and obvious concept he could grasp was that she didn't serve the White, she was of the White.
And here he had sat, speaking to her as though she were just another one of his friends, cursing and joking and probably sticking his foot in his mouth every other word.