A/N: Hey y'all again. Sorry I haven't updated for a week or so … has it been more than that? Well, anyways, here's the next chapter. Let's watch Althalus and Dweia puzzle out answer after answer. Fun.

"You see, pet, when you were keeping the dreams to yourself they kept haunting you. But when you decided to tell me, Andine and Eliar successfully won over Kanthon. Good things were affecting your dreams."

"That seems logical, Em. But what happens if these things really happen? And Leitha and Bheid are having fights, and he is neglecting her? Leitha wasn't that strong in the first place, you know she wasn't."

Dweia gnawed on a fingernail. "You're right, she isn't. Althie, I think we'll need our doors again."

Leitha sat down on a rude stone bench in her house. She was troubled; her husband was ignoring her, and she couldn't do anything about it.

A knock on her front door. She ran to open it, not many visitors came to her modest house in Maghu. Outside stood her parents, the compassionate Althalus, and the very pregnant Dweia.

She ran towards Althalus, crying, "Daddy!" in pure joy. Althalus held his arms open wide, and as Leitha reached him, he enveloped her in a bear hug, squashing the breath out of her.

Althalus wasn't really emotional man, so he stumbled through saying hello to his 'daughter'. Dweia just smiled mysteriously and hugged Leitha herself.

"Come in," Leitha invited, showing the two to a humble stone bench where they could sit down. The flaxen-haired mind-leech sat down on an opposite bench, and asked them why they had come.

"Well," Althalus started, glancing at his wife, "I, er, had a dream."

Leitha rolled her eyes. "And?" she asked, knowing there was more to it than that.

"You and Bheid were having some … disagreements."

Looking at her daddy, Leitha burst into tears. Althalus went and walked over, to hug her once more. She clung to him, wailing.

"It's alright, Leitha. Daddy's here," he reassured her, stroking her hair like you would stroke a baby's. She kept crying, until her eyes had run out of tears.

She looked up at Althalus. "Could you do something for him, Daddy? Or could you, Divinity?" she asked, looking desperate.

Dweia gently smiled at Leitha. For all her crying, she still could tease her mother. "We can only try, dear."

A slow grey robed man came to the door that Dweia and Althalus had arrived at hours earlier, when it was still light. His eyes were troubled, and his face was grey. Everyone who passed him gave him a wide berth, thinking that he was possessed by the devil.

Exarch Bheid was renowned throughout Perquaine, but at nighttime, he was just another ordinary priest walking through the capital. Another despicable priest, out to steal money. No matter that they had taken a vow of poverty, no matter that he was Exarch. It was always the same.

Bheid shrugged his shoulders, and opened the door to find his radiant wife, and his two parents. He stood there, shellshocked. Dweia came forward to embrace him.

He still stood there, shellshocked.

In a firm, but gruff tone, Althalus said, "Bheid. We need to talk." And cracked his knuckles to make sure that the Exarch understood.

Bheid gulped.

A/N: lol! Nice … cliffie? Anyways, you should be wondering what Althalus does to Bheid … maybe smashes his head against a wall a few times? Those who have read TRoA will understand what I mean by that. :P Well, I'll update once I have at least one review. So … look forward to the next instalment of The Compassion of Althalus!

To Do List: Think of title. Ask readers to look at little purple box in bottom left corner … (hint hint, nudge nudge)