[ The bow relaxes her, just a little - formality takes the edge off her emotions and she breathes out gently, closing her eyes for a brief moment. ]
There is no one else I would ask. [ She does not immediately go to the cushions. She is not used to comfort while she prays; she is used to kneeling in the dirt, hands scabby and muddy with blood, her hair plastered to her skin. This is different, a softer kind of worship than the glory and fight of Sarenrae's honour in combat and glory in redemption. it does not make it worse, but it does not make it better, either. Simply different.
Breathing up, she stares at the world around them, feeling intent and weighted with it all, unsure of how to manage all the twisted up and dangerous emotions that have settled in her gut. Slowly moving forward, she focusses instead on leaving the trinkets on the shrine, not sure what to do with her hands once they're gone.
Eventually, she moves and settles by Myr, her face soft, drowned in echoes of sorrow. Breathing, she nods her head. ]
Ask your questions. I do not mind - whatever you need.
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There is no one else I would ask. [ She does not immediately go to the cushions. She is not used to comfort while she prays; she is used to kneeling in the dirt, hands scabby and muddy with blood, her hair plastered to her skin. This is different, a softer kind of worship than the glory and fight of Sarenrae's honour in combat and glory in redemption. it does not make it worse, but it does not make it better, either. Simply different.
Breathing up, she stares at the world around them, feeling intent and weighted with it all, unsure of how to manage all the twisted up and dangerous emotions that have settled in her gut. Slowly moving forward, she focusses instead on leaving the trinkets on the shrine, not sure what to do with her hands once they're gone.
Eventually, she moves and settles by Myr, her face soft, drowned in echoes of sorrow. Breathing, she nods her head. ]
Ask your questions. I do not mind - whatever you need.