Blackfeather Woods Sleep is a little Death.

She expects the girl to turn tail and flee, and is amazed to see her stepping forward instead, defiant in the single word she speaks. It only serves to anger Potema further, her ire funnelled into her singular eye towards her mistake.

Potema is for a moment taken aback, but she regains her composure quickly. Then I will, The witch's voice is murderous, low with dark intent as she begins to move forward towards her daughter. You profane this Temple with your very existence. The priestess is able to tower over Maegi, the girl still young and small. Your presence here only mocks them — you taint the Temple with every breath you continue to take. The same clamor of voices that Maegi hears rings in her ears as well. The priestess has yet to hear any dissenting voices as she speaks, and is encouraged by the lack of anger towards her words, verbally berating the feminine spawn she produced.