Vogg felt the corners of his lips tug into a bit of a frown. Bridget Dunstan was something that Vogg did not understand, and it was different from the other things, the bits of magic that made no sense to him because this was so close to his home, so close to his heart. This was a woman, a girl really, that looked and spoke and acted so much like his sister. She had cared for him when he found himself inexplicably young, and for reasons he did not know, he felt drawn to her, almost connected in a way. Curious as he was, he’d tried (with little success) to distance himself from the woman, but he felt the urge to talk to her, to protect her, because she reminded him of a home he missed so dearly.
“This is… an odd bit of your magic, Godric.” Vogg said after a moment of though. He did not mean Godric was to blame by any mean, but that he had no explanation other than that. “I cannot think of a reason for the gods to play such a trick, and I have little in the way of comfort. There is no fable I can advise you with, no proverb to place upon you like a crown of wisdom.” He sighed heavily, and turned just slightly to look at his friend.
“You cannot make this girl into Saeunn, though wish that you could. She is not my sister, nor your love. She is… a paradox, a complication that should not exist, and you cannot confuse the two.” He said, a little torn himself, “But you cannot be expected to keep an oath as such, especially in a place where she cannot be, a place where she will not be and you have no control over that. I do not think that anyone would hold this against you.”