☀️ Arselia and Akonia

The woman in the kimono seems to want to say something, but the words won't come. She leans forward, raising her hand as if she wants to put her hand on the old man's shoulder in a comforting gesture, but the gesture stops halfway when her gaze shifts to the ancient witch, and her hand droops sadly. Her gaze may convey regret and guilt, and some other emotion, which, in the current situation, might lead some hypothetical observer-commentator to believe that such an action would be considered inappropriate. She tries again to say something, but again she can't.
Finally, she frowns, clenches her fists, and, approaching the store manager, ignoring the old man's smell (and hoping that she will never need this experience in the future), nor the smell of burnt tobacco, nor the glances of the witnesses, she hugs him - decisively, but gently, remembering the damage he had taken.
- What kind of... day is it today... - she says barely audibly, trying not to let trembling notes creep into her voice, although she doesn't quite succeed. - ... ... ... I was afraid that... next time... that is... that I would never see you again. Okamisama...
For some time, she continues to mumble something incoherent, refusing to fully believe what is happening and thanking Kami for such a happy outcome, thereby demonstrating a strange dualism in her perception of the situation, until finally she calms down and returns to her original state.
- No. It's okay, - she finally answers the previous question. - He...
"Opened up new horizons? Made a proposal? Is undergoing rehabilitation?"
- ...realized that he had gone too far. I can't read his mind, but I feel that he didn't want things to turn out this way.