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In the midst of her maddened grief, Adelina felt a child's arms wrap around her. She stiffened, unable to tell whether she had gone mad or it was actually a child. She opened her eyes, and saw the wide eyes of the boy, Gunther, looking as if he was trying to understand her seemingly reasonless outburst. There was no judgement there, he didn't think her insane. Hesitantly, she raised her arms and leant on him heavily. Grief weighed on her just as heavy as before, but she was past tears now.

After a few moments, she was able to sit up again. She stroked Gunther's cheek, then sat back in her chair. Looking around, she realized three were gone; Manera, the empress, and Mr. Maddock. She couldn't believe the Goddess of Love had left her in her pain. Couldn't she have comforted her, like even the child thought to do? She rubbed her eyes, rubbing away the tears. It felt as no matter how had she rubbed, her cheeks were unceasing damp. She gave up and looked at the others.

"Forgive me." She said, her voice rough. "I quite lost myself. It won't happen again." She didn't know whether or not to explain to their her distress. Perhaps her loss of control disgusted the Goddess. But Adelina's blind belief in the goddess was slowly fading. Her grief for her child was stronger than Manera's magick. She tried standing up, but her legs were too weak yet. "Were we given instructions?" She asked, attempting to sound normal.