“You prayed down here? No wonder you feel off.”

Iren addressed the air. “I have the situation under control. You can stop bothering her.”

Then she addressed Angelika again. “There’s an old god who lives down here. He noticed your prayers and no doubt got interested, the same way a wolf would get interested if you started waving a steak in its face.”

After a moment’s thought, she added on “but less likely to bite you.” While eyeing the book thoughtfully.