[open] she sells sea shells

"Well," Osozo's brows pinch together, the idea that mourning could be synonymous with suffering giving them a little pause, "I'm sure it will be illuminating. A learning experience, the whole way through." They hadn't even really felt pain, not yet, it was impossible to imagine the emotional equivalent. The wan smile was met with a bright one, Osozo not quite recognizing the nuances, though they could tell now that something wasn't quite right about Arialla's expression. "I'm certain she'd be happy to speak with you." They offer, watching carefully to see how the words affect the girl, a brow lifting in quiet interest. This had been meant to be a short encounter, but they were learning so much, it was difficult to find a place to step away. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty