☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Chief... There's a problem. The Chill might not save Rynze. Merel saw a portrait of Rynze in a shop, and now he's losing his mind, and the Chill is ineffective. And... - Beata sighed, - I'm at risk too. I suffered a similar curse once. I saw a painting, looked at it, and couldn't look away. And the music, that damned music... Rynze is still scratching at my mind, I can feel it. The Chill protects me, but if it's not effective... This thing could infect everyone.

Erephir, seeing Beata at the doorway of her room, was about to show off her boots and gloves, preening and already moving her foot in a graceful gesture, but she heard this unexpected monologue.
She froze. She sighed. She sat Beata down in a chair and put her arm around the circus performer's shoulders, then began to calmly and quietly explain in her ear.

-- Calm down, Beata, there's no need to be upset. We have two types of mental immunity for each of us, Chills for combat situations and for ordinary ones, but you remember, this morning before the deployment, Amamius performed a ritual for us at my request? In your case, this should help. In Merel's case, it's 50/50. If I was correctly informed about your situation, of course, but I have no reason to doubt... Besides, this city is obsessed with beauty, I don't think Merel is in danger of being labeled a berserker here.

-- But in general, yes... It seems that our astrologer's Chill was neutralized in a way that wasn't related to mind control. Cosmic energy was directed straight into his head or something? I don't know for sure. It didn't work out. A lot of things haven't been working out for us lately, but I hope that tomorrow morning, Nysho and Gillon will arrive and somehow alleviate our problems, otherwise it will be really not funny, if you ask me. Let's not go to the furniture store, okay.