[He blushes furiously, all the way up to the tips of his ambiguously shaped ears. But instead of cowering in his embarrassment, he sets his brows, stammering out in a way that suggests he's more buying time to think than actually having trouble speaking.]

It is- part of her story-... [And then he rallies himself, speaking forcefully at first before returning to that flowing cadence.]

Sihenta is the Goddess of Rest, she who takes pity on us mortals as we toil and slave. In she we find respite, making the most of our periods of rest, and communing with her as we partake of her sacred smoke—and for the Autumnal Refuge, we take the time to reflect on the hard work of the summer... before the hard work of winter begins.

[And he looks to Kaph for approval, his face still ever-so-slightly pink-cheeked.]