☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Good day! - The young woman, looking up from her reading, replied to the unexpected visitors with a friendly greeting. - Yes, I am Bazella, and you don't need to worry about His Holiness. Our mortal shells are allotted a predetermined amount of time by fate, so there's no need to torment ourselves over what cannot be changed.

"There is some truth to that. Everything is in the hands of Mother Anuzish, but she doesn't share her plans for our lives with us! Should we just give up and stop doing anything? Well, sometimes I want to, but if I did, I would be sitting in my swamp right now, and Guiyon would be rotting away in slavery. Everything can be changed, and what cannot be changed can be attempted, so that in the end, we can tell ourselves with a sense of duty fulfilled - "I did everything I could." But on the other hand... Guiyon couldn't even try to free himself while he was in Lower Lunaria. He could only accept his fate. And yet, he went through that hell and came out alive."
- That's a wise approach, and I agree that sometimes you have to accept the situation as it is, - she nodded, casting a thoughtful glance at Guiyon. - But still, we can't know how much time is allotted to each of us, maybe days, maybe decades, and that's why we agonize in uncertainty - she smiled guiltily.
- I would like to know how he is doing, if he is recovering, if he will return soon, - Guiyon supported his wife. - We owe him so much.
- And not just us. I think the whole of Margel, or even the whole of Welfern, if not the whole of Anuzish, - Beata wrinkled her nose, remembering Rynze.