"I ..." Both of Osozo's statements left Arialla uncertain how to respond. She took a deep breath. "As little as I wish suffering on anyone, I do hope you someday love something enough to mourn for it."
Osozo's offer, though ... Arialla smiled wanly. "I appreciate the offer. I might take you up on that someday."
Though she really wasn't sure. Confronting the Voice would be hard enough; Arialla knew she'd struggle to speak up properly, to truly express herself, in front of a goddess. Confronting that goddess with one of her most ardent (blindest, whispered Arialla's cynical side) followers at her side? That just sounded like a good way to be ganged up on and silenced.
please don't take my sunshine away
