[open] she sells sea shells

Her answer brings a breath of relief, a light sigh that at least their conversation did not drive a person to suicide. Even if it was more complicated than that, and it was, it would feel like a black mark. It seems they're not done eating feet yet, as Arialla's face twists again, something they recognize as not good. Osozo's hands come up in a silent placation, their eyes wide, not leaving her face. "Ah! Not on your own!" Osozo repeats, as if this is some kind of gotcha! "What would someone else do to help then?" There's a terribly curious look overtaking their face now, the Demi-god even managing to lean in closer, despite their earlier wariness. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty