The soft light of dusk filtered through the temple windows, painting the marble floors in gentle shades of gold and rose.
High Priestess Jenna sat at her desk, her posture composed, her expression carefully serene—but inside, her thoughts churned.
She had stalled as much as she could.
She had found every excuse to keep Kana by her side—offering her tea, inviting her into idle conversation, even suggesting they walk the temple gardens together—but there was only so long she could stretch this fragile moment.
Kana sat across from her, legs swinging lightly, a faint smile on her lips.
She seemed unaware of Jenna's internal struggle, but Jenna knew she couldn't delay this any longer. Finally, she sighed softly and looked at Kana with eyes full of quiet worry.
"Kana, it's time you head home. But… please, be careful in the future."
Jenna began, her voice steady despite the weight behind it.
Kana tilted her head, sensing the unspoken tension, and smiled gently.
