"Umm..."
This inability to describe the cocoon and the prevention to hear the Egg's name was definitely the same kind of censorship system. It got me flustered for a while, because I didn't want to come across as if I had no intention to tell Natha about it.
"It's alright," his hands came back to my cheek, this time to stroke soothingly. "I understand. It's divine restriction."
Huh...a fancy way to say God's censorship, I guessed.
But I nodded frantically in response, before pausing in stun. Wait...so did that mean my little space detour was a work of divine power? Some God's mischievous prank?
I let out a gasp at that realization, and Natha finally let out a smile. "Alright," he nodded and started to pat me all over. "You don't feel anything weird?"
