Vieira had considered this option before, that she had simply never done anything wrong. She was always on her best behavior and did everything she possibly could in order to please the woman. Eris had punished and hurt her anyway for whatever reason, whether for what she did or because the woman was cruel. Her golden eyes were downcast, having nothing to say for the time being. She had no other information about the woman unless she was directly asked but nothing freely came to her mind in the meantime.
She drew a long breath and slipped her hands around the candle, noticing the creases she caused from rubbing it nervously, twisting against the wax. Her hands felt weird from getting the material on her and she opened her hand, palm up, and stared as she fought off the memories and Sivaro's laughter.
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