The quiet hum of incense filled the private chamber within the temple, its faint sweetness blending with the soft rustle of robes as Evaya carefully arranged freshly brewed tea on the table.
High Priestess Jenna sat on a cushion near the window, her posture unusually stiff, shoulders slightly tensed despite the calm expression on her face.
Evaya had been serving her long enough to notice the subtle change — Jenna had seemed distant lately, distracted even, as though carrying a weight she refused to share.
Evaya hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the delicate curve of Jenna's shoulders before she quietly stepped behind her.
"High Priestess, you seem… tense today. May I?"
She said softly.
Without waiting for a response, she gently placed her hands on Jenna's shoulders and began to knead them with slow, practiced motions.
But the moment her fingers pressed into the high priestess's shoulders, Jenna jolted forward, pulling away sharply as if burned.
