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Asherah met Arunik'ra's eyes unflinching. Though the priestess had shown great empathy and concern for Asherah about her parents, here she did not falter. This was the way of Molech, Asherah's question was directly questioning his way. She knew this, and that is why it shamed her. After a moment she turned her eyes from her sister's gaze, ashamed still of her doubts. Yet the words sunk in and she nodded.

"You are right, Sister. Who am I to question the Many Armed God?" She shook her head and sighed, still feeling the clouds in her belly pulling her down. And yet, her sister had given her much to think about. They would only know love and the Light of Molech. They would be so young as to not feel or remember the pain of the world. This was something to think on, something to help her. She nodded again and lifted her head to meet her sister's eyes. "You have given me much to think about, Arunik'ra. I thank you, deeply, for your guidance and support today. Molech's light shines through you unto me." 

She wanted to think, to drink in all she had been told today. "Do you need anything else of me, Sister? I believe I will go and pray and think on what you have said."