☀️ Arselia and Akonia

"Let it be known to you, Bajena-san," Ayano said, barely restraining the sudden surge of irritation. "It so happened that my mother – may her soul rest in the light of Kamisama – left this world very early, when I was three or four years old. I don't remember much about her, except that she was very, excessively caring, but what I remember for the rest of my life is how, in a fit of emotion, she scolded my older sister for sitting thoughtlessly on the cold clay floor while reading a book. 'What are you doing, why are you torturing yourself?' she cried, bursting into tears, 'Hanako-san did the same and now she can't have children.' This is my only vivid memory of her. So, answering your question, – no. I apologize for daring to worry about you. Indeed, who am I to give you advice?"
The irritation was taking on a strange form that the priestess had never felt before – perhaps it was "resentment." Do no good, and you will receive no evil in return.
She turned away and began a series of meditative breathing exercises to calm her emotions.