( she's resumed her lounge the moment she's offered up her share, her fingertip idly trailing along the scalloped edge of her own cup. the explanation is delivered as one would a report. succinct in some ways despite her flowery speech, but detailed enough about the matter at hand that it evidences a thorough investigation.

the girl then speaks of salvation, and one has to wonder which she means. that she worries now seems a bit delayed, but at least it gives credence to her honesty. her hair's longer than she's used to anyway. )

A question you'd know the answer to far better than I. ( another sip, despite heeded warning. a pause, too. just to savor. ) .. You claim it's a natural conclusion of your profession, and in the next breath say it matters to little others.

What is it that drives you then, child?